"Better?" he asks. "Yes," I say. "Gently," I say. He's pushing ever so gently now. "Five inches to go," he's counting down, "four. three." If I would...have words for the sensation. Perhaps we need so much sex because we can't really describe it. "Two," he continues, "one, done." I groan in reply. "I'm in the tunnel of pleasure," he waxes, and there's' a brilliant light at the end of it." I'm still hurting, but something in me wants him to stay. "Gently," I say again. He's going in. Sie war so weich und und behaart wie Lena, nur noch feuchter. Genüsslich lehnte sie sich wieder nach vorne und ließ sich von meinen Fingern verwöhnen. Die ersten Tage wimmerte sie nur leise. Danach wurde sie immer lauter, ich wusste langsam, wie ich sie zu berühren hatte, wann meine Fingerkuppen kurz über ihren Anus streifen mussten, wann sie sie tief in mir wollte oder nur an ihrer Klit, die deutlich besser zu spüren war, als Lenas. Ich schloss mit einer Hand das Fenster, wenn sie zu laut. You're k**ding me, aren't you?" Do I look like i'm k**ding? I felt it upstairs, and saw it, too. 're you telling me you didn't know?" Mike would never be this careless. Going through what looked like hours of preparations and two Weeks of planning only to forget to ask the teen if she was a virgin? That wasn't like him at all."No I didn't know! She told me her first time was about a year ago! And I didn't inspect her, why would I?" Is that true?" I asked Ashley and she reluctantly nodded. Mike. She was completely naked, and I felt privileged just being allowed this marvelous sight. Her eyes met mine, and the sad, begging look touched the depths of my heart. Such a beautiful creature shouldn’t be locked up. This was a crime. An outrage. I shouted at her captives to release her, but they did not react to my words. I looked over to my master, and he seemed to tremble with tension, but his face was hard as stone. His hand clutched at his necklace until his knuckles were white. The women.