I did love him for who he was, a nice gentle boy. However, like all good things, there’s always a bad thing. He wasn’t a god in bed. His cock was ...bout 6 inches at best, but thin like a pencil. I was OK with the size, because size didn’t matter. With time, I was unsatisfied. I never achieved a full sexual ecstasy moment with him. He loved sucking my little clit and loved having myself sucking his cock. He though he held a power over me because of his cock size. Yeah, sure, he was bigger. His. This time you are good, and you just enjoy what I am giving you. I leave it like that for a few minutes. Teasing you, making you want more. But you know better than to ask for it. And so you are rewarded once more with another half an inch. Soon I am half way into you, but the excitement is too much. You scream out as you cum. Your pussy clamps down around my cock, not allowing movement in or out of you. You pull at your bonds, but to no avail. you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to gain some. ”Ana reached down with her left hand and took hold of his cock. She stroked it back and forth as her finger fucking became more intense. She jammed her third and fourth fingers into his warm, silky hole as far as they would go. Anastasia held them close together as she thrust them into his fleshy walls and slurped them out vigorously.Brandon had seen men do this to women in various porn videos. He'd never seen the dynamic flipped, let alone experienced it. His face went flush as he looked up at. "It's yours, baby," I yelled. "It always was and it always will be." What about Sam Wetwilly?" he asked."Sam who?" I said. "You're the only one who matters. Make me yours. Cum in me. Fill me up."Just then we heard the door slam so loud it nearly came off of its hinges.The slamming of the door ended the act. I screamed again and the fire in my eyes should have warned Trent, but he always was a little bit stuck on himself."You weren't supposed to actually fuck me," I yelled pushing him away from.