Bathroom brunette squirting 2

I look back at her and smile. She rubs her hand on my chest and tits wont break eye contact. I lean into her so that I can feel those soft and beautiful lips on mine once again. Unlike the awkwardness of our first kiss this one felt like we were the same person. Our lips matched each others perfectly and tongues danced around each others like the were performing a waltz. We didn’t feel any sexual tension during this kiss it was about the passion and the love. She pulls away from me before I am ready for her to, so I try to chase her. She laughs and pins me down. After looking me in the eyes for a minute she says "I love you." I say it right back. Then her smile leaves her face and she looks at me with sadness in her eyes. "I don’t think its platonic anymore. I've fallen for you and I want to be with you. Don’t leave me." "I know. I love you too. And of course I wont." I say back to her. I hadn't had a case in a week and the whiskey bottle was gettin' low. The steady drumming of rain on my window had sprung a leak from the ceiling into my wastebasket, and was starting to convince me I should go home early when I saw her silhouette flash through the window on my office door against a sudden bolt of lightning. I sat up a little, adjusting my tie and off-kilter fedora as she turned the handle and timidly opened the door. I've seen my share of broads that could turn a head or two, but nothing prepared me for what walked through that door. The brim of her light purple sunhat came in first, and she took it off and set it aside as she closed the door. It was clear she didn't have an umbrella and her hat was as drenched as she was. I got a good look at her as she turned from the door and walked over to my desk, breathing heavily like she'd been running. She wore a violet colored sundress orgasm that matched the yellow ribbons on her hat, but with the rain it didn't flow like a sundress should; it clung to her naked body like a thin coat of paint. Her nipples stood up against the chill but her dress cut so low you could almost see them anyway and I didn't have to frisk her to know she wasn't smuggling a bra and panties under that dress. If she'd been dry the dress would have flowed free from her bust line almost down to her thighs, and I felt my pants tighten as my eyes ran up and down her generous curves that the dowsed dress did nothing to hide. Her skirt had ridden up in her hurry and I didn't have sexy to guess that she kept herself shaved where it counts. She must've felt my eyes on her because she pulled the hem of her dress back down to her upper-thigh as she sat and crossed her legs. I asked if I could help her, leaning forward to hide the bulge in my boxer shorts. "I hope so," she said hopelessly, fixing her hair and trying not to look so pitiful. She clasped her purple handbag in her fidgeting, lace-gloved hands; a nervous defensive posture I told myself. I tried to calm her down by telling her to start at the beginning. I was still a PI and I had a reputation to recover, pussy no matter what this dame was doing to my adrenaline shaved levels. She calmed down a bit and started weaving her yarn. It was the same sad tale I'd heard a thousand times: a deadbeat brother who she's devoted to, squanders the family savings and has now gone missing, and it's all she can do to compose herself. I handed her my handkerchief and give her a sympathetic look; broads love that kind of stuff. She goes on and my eyes slide down to watch her breasts as they heave slower and slower and she starts breathing normally. They were like a fine wine, and I was already a raging alcoholic. He wasn't nearly as sexy as Dad, too much of a nerd. “I was wondering when you’d join me,” he finally said. Would it be so bad if I did this just once? Down the corridor to the living room they shaved both toddled off pussy arms around each other and happy, it seemed. Evan moved out from under Candy, grabbed her hips, and flipped her on her back. As they talked over the plans, Rhonda would touch his arm or his tits hand. Mark heart racing, his cock swelling a bit now. Eventually the hug broke off and we just eyed each other awkwardly. A little more planning this time. She sexy also enjoyed teasing him as she was a different kind of girl now and she loved the thought of exposing him to all the kinky stuff she'd learned from Crowbar and the Outlaws. “No, no, no, there’s nothing orgasm wrong with your mother.