Northern Rob

The back and forth, the pitterpatter, your face is not quite right but your chat is great. I laugh until my cheeks hurt.

When you pull your cock from your jeans it looks exquisite. Through my hazy eyes I can't quite judge how big it is. You kiss me in a fever. I don't like it because it itches.

I push your head down to my chest and you pull and suck my nipples now, that's much better, much, much.

Your head moves lower between my thighs and you stroke me and you lick me and I twist you up, by your hair, and tell you to fuck me. Impatient that I am.

I slide you cock Into my mouth and you briefly grab my hair and push me down until I  choke and wretch.

I'm on my knees and you hilt yourself into me. It feels like a punch.
Such delicious agony. It's deep. I space out wildly. I am grains of sand. No thinking, no feeling, just wide plains of hurt and happiness

Ache and clench and ache. I come against you and you inside me and then we breath and chat and then we do it all again.

The trouble shooter

You are tall and willowy with a manic cat grin. You have me in the back of your car, your thick long fingers hilted in my cunt and arse. Push and twist, until I come all over the seat. I suck you. A little soft, a little average. You harden when I choke on you. I swallow your come. You're a kind soul, I like you. You're good entertainment.