Just a soft sound of feathers like a small bird taking wing in an easy breeze. Her mouth came back up to meet mine, and we locked lips once more. Xxnx Topped with the most perfect pink nipples I have seen even to this day. Her breasts were beautiful and perky. My gaze continued down, and locked hungrily on every inch of her. More than I would like to admit. Stroking and playing with me. Brain cancer. My biggest issue, and not surprising considering my age, was that I was probably going to die a virgin. She sauntered back over, and this time pulled my boxers off, allowing my proud member to spring free of it’s cotton restraint. More than I would like to admit. The aggressive type. And then I did. Her lips parted in a weak cry of pleasure when I was fully inside
