I opened my mouth to speak, but Susan held a finger to her lips – this was not about conversation. Moving onto the bed, she raised her arse in the air; who needs language?
My clothes hit the floor, and I turned to drink in the sight.
This was a meeting of bodies and not minds. I slipped my aching cock into her deliciously wet pussy, making sure that no other part of me touched her. Just cock and pussy.
Easing back and forth, the sensations of such contact was explosive for both of us and our climaxes were a blur.
