Of course, I had s*x with Teresita with my shoes and socks on as well. But I had get rid of my shirt, to feel those big brown bosoms skin to skin. My head swam at the touch of our flesh, belly to belly, chest to chest.
We did it. Squeezing in between her thighs, I sank it in her missionary style. Teresita moaned as I penetrated and I echoed with a groan. The contact of her hot, hairy hole was like dipping it in chocolate pudding.
Half a minute into the act, I started grunting.
“I can’t hold it!” I cried. “You are too beautiful. I’m sorry, Teresita, but I’m cumming, cumming!” I craned my neck to see her feet, which she had raised above me. First one and then the other—my head whipped around from side to side, taking it in as I came.
“Then let it go, honey!” Teresita whispered in my ear.
