He now clamped both his hands and pressed her closer, adding a grinding movement to each bump before he retreated to repeat the same.
The new girl began raising her feet off the ground almost like she was prancing, prancing to a hot dance, as she tried to literally climb his limbs. And each time she lifted a lovely leg, Bob could feel the hot flesh of her thigh rubbing against his as she slid her leg back down to the ground.
He was now squeezing and kneading each of the fleshy mounds of buttock, pulling them apart, pressing them together, squeezing again, each time a new way, with a little more pressure in a slightly different spot.
She began to shake and he knew she was ready, and he began to thrust harder. The girl gasped loudly, releasing her hold on him and bent over backwards. Her
