I blurted out a “Sorry” and made for the door. XXX Not wanting to leave and piss off Christy, and kind of acting on a hormonal impulse, I knock on the door. At 5’ 8”, she wasn’t too short to have beautiful legs. She yelped, almost screamed, and almost jumped off, but I held her down with my left hand. Again. “Christyyy.”
“Fine. “It’ll be fine” I reassured her. Given the limited space on the bench, the only way this was going to work was if we were in sixty-nine position. “Relax.” I reminded her again. My dick, still buried inside of her, was at full mast almost immediately. Pushing her head down so her ass was high in the air, I pushed my index and middle fingers into her vagina, scooping out some juices. Boobs that begged to be kneaded, and an ass that you wanted
