Chapter 11 The Visiting Stud

Carla felt a little intoxicated and lightheaded, even though she had not tasted alcohol throughout the day. Jimmy's kiss was just so deep and demanding. It was like he was sucking her away with his tongue, seeking all of her or nothing. If they were on the land, she'd be on her toes, trying to kiss him back just as hard, even though she knew she'll eventually surrender her mouth to him. But they were in the water - her swimming pool, and his hands were on her bare butt, squeezing and fondling it and jamming his crotch against hers. She could feel his half erect penis pressing against her pubic hair and she wondered just how deep it could go inside her. She grabbed his ass like he was grabbing hers and pulled him closer against herself so she could feel his cock press harder against her. Hmmm she could now feel the exact outline of his prick. Clearly, it was long, thick and really hard. And speaking of hard, those ass cheeks of his were even harder - they felt like bricks in her hands and she couldn't help but imagine how they would look if he was slamming into her wet pussy, missionary style.