. its like a wave washing over my body and every sense is heightened every touch makes me shiver and I cant take any more.I pushed her away...back ont... the floor...I told her it was my turn.I felt so weird being there, fingering her tight little cunt... and it was so slick...so easy to slide my fingers in and out, so soft and so sweet smelling... I couldn't help myself, I just had to lick my fingers...she squealed and said that I was a bad girl...she said she thought my Master would want to. Sarah was the first female I,d ever met who liked me for myself and fate had stepped in when we first met to draw us together any way. If I hadn’t, won enough money on the fruit machine in the West End Hotel I would have had to fly back to my base in West Germany almost before my leave had begun. This woman had been the first to run her tongue in my mouth and suck mine(that included females I,d actually fucked) and this passionate move made my cock so hard it was almost painful. Sarah was also. As he said the words, a huge grin spread across my face.“Fucking pump-your-spunk-into-me,” I urged emphasizing each word in turn.“Oh Fuck Molly. Oh fuck!” he shouted as he fucked me hard and fast.“Yesss-” I shouted as my orgasm hit me. It was a sudden, hard jolt, One that wrenched my body apart every time his cock hit my cervix. It hit me twice more before I creased under the pumping of his cock.“Fucking cumming-” I screamed through clenched teeth, “fucking cumming-”He kept pumping into me for. Ich weiß also, wo von, ich rede. Es ist eine verflucht lange Zeit, so eine Ewigkeit. Die dauert nicht nur einige Minuten, sie dauert; ewig. Kacke. Dies ist nicht mein Tag, der war schon gebraucht, als er anfing. Französisches Frühstück, zu weiche Betten, gestern das andere; was nicht geklappt hat; kein Geschäft! Kein Moss! Reise umsonst.Aber genau dies ist der Moment, als ich etwas sehe, dass diese Reise hier nach Paris lohnend macht und alle Warterei der Welt wert ist. Es ist für mich die.