Lydia saw her mobile light up, just as she had got inside the car to return home from work. It was ringing and when she looked at the number, she couldn't help smiling as she saw that it was Andrew. She picked it up and answered. It had been three days since that first night together. ? Hey babe, how's it going?? she asked. ? All the better for hearing your voice. I wondered if you were free any time this week?? ? Yeah, I'm free tomorrow night. Why, what have you got planned?? ? Oh, I don't know...a few drinks maybe, followed by me coming back to yours.? ? Why, what are we going to do there?? ? Do you want me to spell it out for you?? ? Yes please,? she responded, licking her lips with anticipation. ? Well....I want you to take me up to your bedroom and bounce up and down on my balls for the first fifteen minutes or so. Then, I want those luscious lips of your wrapped around me...? ? OK! OK! Enough with the dirty talk...although it all sounds appealing. Maybe we can skip the drinks,? Lydia whispered into the phone. Andrew laughed playfully. ? Let's just see what happens,? he replied. ? You know, I really enjoyed Monday night. I haven't had those feelings for so long. And well....I want them again. I want you again!? ? OK, well I'll pick you up from your place at 8 tomorrow,? Andrew said ? Great.? Friday night was the night that Andrew had arranged to meet her. She dressed in a tight,
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izmit escort that much pleasure, she had denied Andrew this sight. Now she looked up at him as he pressed his bell end against the lips of her vulva and moved it slowly up and down the length of her opening. As she felt his firmness against the moist stickiness of her cunt, she remembered every contour of the lips which so often she had teased guiltily with her fingers in the absence of a man to do it for her. Now she had met a man who enjoyed every aspect of her, not least giving her the pleasure which she had yearned for for so long. Looking up at his frowned expression as he teased her flesh with her own, only heightened her arousal. Then she felt her head being pressed firmly against the back of the sofa as, at the same instant, the cleft between her thighs was filled fully by him. He had let Lydia's ankles fall down from his shoulders, letting her thighs rest on his forearms as he fucked her with an animal like passion. She enjoyed the way he took her, humping her senseless with a spontaneity and passion that made her feel wanted, turning her on in a way she could not remember happening with Robert's father, or indeed Shaahira and Sulama's father before him. She reached her hands round behind his waist, resting them on his arse in a vain effort to control it's rhythm as it pumped back and forth furiously between her outstretched thighs, her ankles swaying in mid air as they hung over his arms. She looked up at him, her eyes unfocussed as her mind swam with pleasure. ? Please...please...keep fucking me...please...don't stop...,? she moaned softly. His rhythm was perfect.
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