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Amy Is Pregnant

... waistband of my lounge pants down revealing my hard cock. She wrapped her fingers around it, “I have never seen a cut cock,” she said, “I like it, the tip is so large, I love that.” She bent at the waist pulling her tits out of my hands and wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock. I nearly fell over at the sensation of this young woman going down on my cock. I put my hands on the hall wall to steady myself as she dropped to her knees and took all of my cock into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around my cock as she sucked it and cupped my balls in her hand. I wanted her to finish, I wanted to blow my load down her throat, but this didn’t seem right. I put my hands on her head and pulled my throbbing cock out of her mouth and stepped back. Amy had a puzzled look on her face, “Did I hurt you?” she asked and advanced towards me reaching for my cock. “No, no, Amy, but this isn’t right, you are my guest and I am taking advantage,” I said covering my erection as if the sight of it was hurting her. Amy stood, her tits bouncing as she gained her feet and I immediately felt horrible for noticing again. As she stood I noticed her clit poking further out of her slit, her arousal was apparent and it aroused me further. Amy stepped up to me, pulled my hands away from my cock and put my hands on her tits, “I want this Dan,” Amy said, “I want to have sex with you, I want to make you feel good, and I want to feel good. I want to feel you inside me, your hands all over me, I have ...

... wanted you since we met.” I kneaded her tits while looking into her eyes. He voice was rock solid, no hesitation, and somehow I believed what she was saying, yet I questioned if she was saying this instead of actually saying she felt obligated because of the offer of the room. I wanted to touch her pussy, that erect clit of hers had me in a spell, I wondered what it felt like, how it would feel fucking her with it poking at me. Yet I had reservations so said, “I understand what you are saying, but why would you want to be with an old man instead of some young guy?” “I had a young guy, remember?” Amy said with a look of sadness in her eyes, “Besides, age only matters if you let it, look at you, your cock is as hard as the guy who got me pregnant, and I know you want me, don’t you? I smiled and bent to kiss her instead of saying the words. As I did I slid my hand across her tummy and down between her legs. Her clit was so swollen, I rubbed my middle finger around it, and she was so wet and creamy. Amy moaned into my mouth as I kissed her, our lips parted and our tongues met as I rubbed her clit. She humped against my fingers and I slipped my fingers along her slit and felt her opening. We broke the kiss as I penetrated her with two fingers, she pushed my hand hard against her pussy and with the other rubbed one of her tits. “Your bedroom or mine?” she asked. “Mine,” I said, “it is closer.” I led Amy to my bedroom, threw the covers back on the bed and she crawled onto the bed, sat ...