Shot. Good. Sick. Good. Nothing to worry about. Only thing left to do was get rid of that fucking useless piece of material which, Tiger noted, was pretty wet as she wriggled out of them. Staring into her eyes with a deep hunger the artist didn't need telling twice.
Without a word Tiger pushed up to crash their mouths together; as Cissy was straddling his hips they both started in sitting up - until Tiger kept leaning forward so as to push the woman backwards, spreading her thighs as he went. As soon as she was laid back Tiger took his time, working his mouth sensuously over hers as his hips moved him into position. As the head of his erection brushed between her he moaned. One more movement and they'd be joined, fucking each other's brains out. He couldn't wait.
Sliding into her hot, wet center Tiger's breath hitched in his throat. A moment passed as he continued to roll inside, right to the hilt; she was different to other girls but hell she'd had a kid, and it wasn't like he was lacking in the girth department. He fit her well and as soon as she was filled he let out a long groan.