Kneeling at your desk, I slide hands from hips to beasts, firmly messaging the flesh. I suck a nipple, lisp shiny with wetness trailed from you're slippery pussy. A sign escapes when teeth connect and nip. A hiss. The bugle strains my underwear. I’m dying...
This is a sequel to Airgasms Between Orgasms and you will miss much if you haven't read that. As he turf-surfs at high speed a mere few inches above the ground under his parachute, he looks so graceful and confident that I suddenly see him as the master o...
This is a sequel to Airgasms Before Orgasms and you will miss much if you haven't read that. "Just you, me, and the sky then." "I like the sound of that." "Does that mean I can bum a ride back to town with you tomorrow?" I knew right after I said it that...
