I knew she was going to politely see me to the door soon but I couldn’t leave without trying to taste her. Recently, Kristina has been on my mind. We fell back into the routine that we had when we were seeing each other. She was wearing something sexy. When we kissed goodnight I continued groping between her legs to savor as much of us as I could. After a few days of chatting and getting reacquainted we decided to have dinner at her place and share a bottle of wine. “A few days ago I was thinking about how you used to make me leave when it was your week to keep your kids.”
“What about it?” she asked, wrinkling her forehead. She placed one foot on the floor opening her legs, betraying herself. With the extra lubrication of my load inside her she began rocking her hips against me. I quietly spit in my hand and rubbed the end of my cock with it and started pushing in.
