John, you scared the hell out of me. Anal sex Last night and before. I carried her to the bed sat down so that she is on my lap, legs still wrapped around me. I kicked free of them frantically and leaned down, kissing her again, weight on my knees, one hand caressing her breast and the other her face as I kiss her again. I hear her voice somewhere distant, the entirety of my being focused on the sensation of the hot walls and friction rippling down the shaft of my cock. Our breathing is ragged, and the moans that are coming out of them mingling into one voice. Her legs are against my sides, heels under my ass, and the movement of her legs encourage me, driving me onward to drive into her faster and faster. She tugged at my shirt and we continued to kiss, breaking only long enough so that she could tug it over my head. She is losing it!
