There is so much she had wanted to do with her life, " Fuck me, John!" She pleaded between sobs, no longer caring. In an instant, her entire being is ...onsumed by what is without question the most powerful climax of her life. No longer is she silent: she screams, loud and long, wailing and sobbing without shame, her body basking in the ultimate feminine pleasure yet pleading for more like a the longtime addict. I knew no one would care about hearing me, I roared with each forceful thrust into. “I don’ like being turned down,” he said loudly, fists on hips. Vixen fished out her Blackberry and looked at him. “What’s your name again?” she asked calmly as Brad kept his fear in check, well aware of the young man’s frightening reputation. “I have to look at my appointments.” “Shit,” said Mike spinning on his heel. Vixen giggled and got into the gray Plymouth. She sat beside Brad on the bench seat and moved over until their hips touched. “That was very cool,” the boy said, finding his. I gave him my details and the next thing I new he was on his was and after I had a quick shower and got my bed ready there was a knock on the door and when I answered it there stood a 48 year old 6ft tall bloke. We shook hands and and I invited him in. We went into my room and he told me to get undressed nice and slow for him while he layed on the bed. I started taking off my shirt one button at a time and let it fall to the floor, I then started to undo my trousers and as soon as I had stepped. You don't know why, but seeing him triggered something in you that forced you to stop, and backtrack to look at him. He was VERY old, with enough wrinkles to put Thanos to shame, and had a small smile on his face with his eyes closed tight. His sense of fashion was just as odd, as he wore a large, black cloak made seemingly of raven feathers and a circle of feathers surrounding his shoulders.He seemed to be looking directly at you, though you couldn't quite tell before he began to speak.“You.