Two inches to go, then one inch to go, then white forehead pressed to black stomach, then stretched red lips against curly pubic hair, and then gone. I figured they were closed for lunch, like the sign said. Xxnx Their rocking motions were almost continuous now, sometimes with slow, long, full strokes, other times with short, quick, bouncy motions on the end of his shaft. Hands pumping, tongue flicking, head bobbing, she was really putting forth the effort. Her second upstroke, however, was short lived, as she almost immediately sat back hard on his thighs, her body completely engulfing his engorged manhood in one final swoop. In slow motion, I watched its bulging head pierce, then stretch the pink folds of her cunt lips as she slowly lowered herself onto his erect meat.
