Those gawky, fumbling, needle-dicks can't give you what you want. You need a man. A man who has the experience and the cock that can satisfy a horny y...ung pussy," he said.Mark was rubbing her pussy harder now and without even realizing it, Kelly's body was responding to his caresses. Her hips were grinding against his hand and he could see her breathing had quickened."You really are a horny little sexpot aren't you... just look at the way you are humping my hand already! Daddy's little slut!". I could feel the aggression in his movements. His mouth and my tool were in absolute sync. I then took his face in my hands, and started mouth fucking him like a machine. We both wanted it more and more!!!After a while I stopped mouth fucking and turned him on his stomach. His butts were in front of my eyes. They were hairless and soft. I spanked hard on his butts, he moaned high again. I then went down and bit his round butts, and parted those butts to expose the butt crack. I brought my. It was faint, but he could hear the sound of screaming. Female screaming."You hear that?" she asked warily."I think so ... it's gone already. Sounded like someone screaming, maybe. Could that be coming from the game?" He looked east towards the stands.She paused, trying to listen closely. "No, I don't think so," she finally concluded. "It sounds like it's coming from that way." She pointed west."I think it might have been a female voice. Is it my imagination, or did you hear it again? And a bit. My only concern—and really, it’s nothing major—is that I still have no fucking clue what I’m doing. Less than no fucking clue. We call, we text, we have sex, and when we’re not having sex, he works and I write or we watch TV or drink. It’s a weird, comfortable pattern that I would be fine with if it had a label. Dating, Booty Call, Boyfriend and Girlfriend just don’t fit what we’re doing. Because, again, I have no clue what the fuck we’re doing. I run between ‘I’m young. Live and be free..