" I feel like being real bad today"

"like how"

" I need u to f*kc me with one of those cocks of yours."

And there he lay. His eyes pools of lust most inviting. She found it difficult to tear her gaze from his as she stroked his largeness into a solid mast.

Her signature move where her boobies f*kced his cock and his balls were pressed between her rib-cage....sliding upward until her lips were hovering above his and she swallowed his gaze with hers...a moan escaping him for she had him in a grip with his legs and body in a position most men would never imagine could happen.

Her 'cock' introduced itself along his length and slid its way toward his balls and tickled that "man pussy" of his,as she called it...

It was the prostate play that had gotten wilder and adventurous and her suggestive ideas while she played with him.

He would go home and find it difficult to let go of the fantastical images she had placed in his minds eye.

And thus return after return and there they were...and his desires and dirty talk and wants and fantasies flowed freely as she slipped...slowly...deeply...into him...and he made her wet with his talk and she coaxed him to moan and ask and beg.

He did and she loved it.

When he left, there was a different sort of softness in his eyes as in hers. They had found a new indulgence, a new liking and they both knew it was the start of most lusty erotica the two of them would share over and over.

She loved his surrender. She loved his desire to make her part of his new find.

RB.