His hands have taken a hold of my hair to keep it away from my face. “Yeah, just like that… Just like that, baby,” he repeats, encouraging me al... the more. He twitches, letting me know he’s close. He pulls me away from his crotch. “Not yet, I don’t wanna finish just yet.”He gets me to my feet, picking me up and easily placing me on the desk. He sheathes a condom on his large dick. He pushes me to my back. He places one hand on my vagina again. He rubs it, stimulating me even more as if I wasn’t. - George StraitWhile I was growing up in Limon in eastern Colorado everyone told me I was pretty. When I went to the University of Kansas to study architecture, they started calling me beautiful. I was never comfortable with either of these descriptions. I didn't like to be pigeon holed — to be put in someone else's box with them thinking they knew me. When I looked in a mirror, I just saw... me. I was who I was.That's not to say I didn't realize I was attractive — it's just that it wasn't. I then after wasting no time inserted it into the pussy with one jerk only.It pained a bit but it was worth it.She screamed out of excitement and was moaning a lot.I was fucking her in and out fast.She said you won’t last longer as I was new but I lasted for 45 mins.In that time she cummed 2 times but I was stable.To which she said ” tu pakka koi goli khakr aaya hai.Itni der tk koi nhi chod paata ” but I said ” bhagwaan ne diya hai ye.Kisi ko bhi khush kr deta hai.Ye itni jldi jaane waalo me se. The way she would say ‘Oh Yeah!’ when she would have the winning hand at a card game, the way she would close her eyes and roll her head back when listening to her music, the way her eyes would shine when she looked at me and the way she would arch her back and catch her breath when I would enter her, and the faraway place she would take me when we made love to each other. She would whisper in my ear ‘I love you’ as we moved together and I knew my life was no longer mine to control! I could sit.