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Inside her cunt, she somehow worked muscles like a pump too . . . it was a feeling very
much like she was sucking my cock. And everything was so wet that it was like an underwater fuck! I loved it, but I wouldn't last long . . . a few minutes. And when she sensed that I was about to cum, she would tell me erotic thoughts from her very creative imagination. She would sometimes have a stack of very erotic porno magazines nearby for us to enjoy together as we rest. As I neared my orgasm, she would sometimes pick up a mag, show me a particularly sexy woman and say, "Imagine that you're eating me for the first time while she sucks your cock!"
And Cherry had a knack for selecting the most exotic clothes to wear for me . . . She just knew what would excite me at every moment. If I didn't cum quickly, she would begin telling me what she would do to my cock and how she and the delicious women in the pictures would taste, how hot they would become, and what they would say to her as she imagined me eating her! That memory makes me incredibly hard at the moment!
THEN I UNLOAD MY HOT STICKY SWEET SEX MILK INTO HER OPEN MOUTH . . . PUSSY OR WHERE EVER SHE WANTS IT! Sometimes she enjoyed seeing it drip from her nipples too!
I would feel like I was shooting pints of my creamy sweet cum into her; and she would ask for more . . . encouraging me to keep squirting. I would have continued if I could have.

I felt excitement and lust because I knew how the session Cherry is so incredibly HOT! She always pleases us guys with her MILF shirts, pics and stories but I have always wanted to please her even more!
From the time we first connected and she joined my 360 blog, Cherry has stayed on my mind. Gorgeous slutty Cherry, with her beautiful legs, ass, pussy, gorgeous tits and mouth. I found myself wanting her even more than my slim, long-legged,sexy assistant.
Whenever I work in the Marietta area, I take my breaks at Cherry's place. I park across the street, walk to the front door, feeling my cock growing thick and hard as I did, ring the bell, and wait for a very sensual and erotic welcome. I discovered that, except for her wearing sexy sheer black nylons or thigh highs and heels Cherry didn't wear much clothing at all, unless it was very cold. On cold days, I could count on her erect nipples even more.
But, no matter what the temperature, Cherry was always "HOT" and nearly naked when she opened the door . . .eagerly greeting me and the cock she adored. She would lead me into the entryway and immediately begin undressing me, kissing and licking my mouth and nipples, working her way down my chest to my navel, which she Frenched wildly too. She would rub her beautiful giggling breasts against my hairy chest or back, fondle her tits, finger her cunt, rub her pussy-flavored fingers on my lips to tease me, embrace me lightly rubbing her full hips against my groin, grab my cock through my trousers, ooh-ing and ah-ing as she anticipated our pleasure.
Then she would bend down to undo my shoes, looking up at me with admiration, eagerness, lust, and affection. She worked quickly to get me out of my shoes and socks, so she could get my pants and boxers off. She loved pulling my boxers all the way down to my feet . . . so I would step from them and she could teasingly look up at my balls, my throbbing erect penis or what she referred to as my "sexy cock". When she had me naked, she slowly rose to her feet and began playing my body like a violin; our sex-play would begin!

With both of us naked, except or your thigh highs and heel, my affectionate nature always urged me to take Cherry in my arms and embrace for a while. Her sensual personality and sexual experience moved her in a different way. She would dance up to me, swaying, wiggling, enticing, barely touching me with her nipples, her lips, her fingers, her open hands, her things, and her toes. She would move all around me..teasing and touching, licking, kissing, stroking...everything but my swollen, throbbing thick cock. She would get her cunt's scent on her fingers and tease my nose, my lips; she would fondle her nipples; squeeze her wonderful large breasts; and talk very erotically to me as she danced around me. She would tell me her earliest sexual experiences then she would tell me what she wanted. She would tell me about sexy stories, magazines, or porno films she had read or seen. And she discouraged me from doing anything but dancing with her around the entryway and living room . . . enjoying our indoor exhibitionism. And that's what it became, because I would do the same back to her. I've seen male strippers on TV who didn't do what I would do for Cherry . . . because I was absolutely naked, hot, and determined to please her deeply and erotically.
I would bend over and sway my naked stiff cock in front of her. Then I would take my balls in my hand, holding them and beg her to lick them as I undulating my hips for her. I would slowly stroke my cock until I felt the first drop of pre-cum, which I would let it ooze out the tip of the head . . . then hang there, and finally offer it to her eager lips . . . or finger it to my own.

That would usually bring the dancing to a halt. After she tasted that drop of cum she would kiss me, deeply, throwing her body against mine; begging me to eat her pussy or fuck her right there doggy style.

And that's when I would savagely drive my lips and tongue deep into her pussy . . . licking up all the built up sweet sexual juice that had accumulated there. I wanted her to watch as I would use my fingers to spread her engorged, elastic clit lips, licking them hungrily, and press my mouth to her hot vulva, licking and sucking the walls of her exposed, now-wide-open pussy. It was almost like drinking from a fountain . . . a "bubbler" of salty but refreshing, delicious cum! When she pressed her strong thighs tightly against my head, here silky sexy nylons rugging my cheeks, I knew she was cumming . . . even as she gasped for air. The way her fingers went to her swollen, erect, inch long clitoris, to pinch and squeeze it, to stroke it and please it at the same time, telling me that she was about to climax. And then the extra flow of her juices rushed out of her coral pink pussy and into my waiting mouth!

With my face covered with her salty juice I would rise, put Cherry on the bed, climb astride her on my hands and knees with my legs spread outside her sexy legs. Then I would make her lick all the juice off my face and neck. Frenching her back . . . rubbing some on her beautiful tits, which were huge gorgeous mounds as she lay back on the bed. It was so erotic too, because her large nipples were pouting and jutted upward nearly an inch above her tits. I loved rubbing her cunt juice against those bullet-sized nipples. She loved it too, but I could hear her begging, "Fuck me now, Rob. Oh, please, fuck me now!" Yet I usually spent time sucking the cunt juice off those nipples to bring her even higher before I slowly pushed my thick cock deep inside her hungry cunt. I would tease her at the opening of those dripping lips. I would barely rub the head of my cock against her throbbing open labia. I would slide my cock a half inch into her and then withdraw . . . if she didn't wrap her legs around my ass quickly and entrap me. To avoid that, I did my best to keep my legs outside hers. Once she pulled my cock all the way into her pussy, I knew I was a goner. She could hump like no woman I have ever known. We fucked like we were in a seizure, trembling with thrills, shaking with excitement, pumping our deepening lust.
would end each time. I would climb off and lay on my back next to her, fingering her cunt and especially her clit. She would roll over on top of me, scoot up on my chest and empty her sticky juice into my face and mouth, urging me to lick her cunt until she felt empty. I loved that . . . I would do it now . . . if she were here.

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