There is no mistaking how I love you. You can feel my hard cock under you. It seems as if you’ve been in a constant state of arousal for hours. You ...ry to account for the time. You came home from school around four. We spent an hour or so talking and flirting and you drinking champagne before you became acquainted with the chair. You remember the sunlight fading from the cellar window. You remember sitting and rocking for what seemed like forever with increasing intensity. The fresh memory. I let my finger move in small circles over my wet bud, letting my own pleasure take me over. i slide down towards the towards the foot of the bed, straddling katy’s ankles, and grab the top of the comforter, peeling it down slowly. katy wants to open her legs some more in an almost involuntary response, but she is pinned by me. the top of the comforter is mid-thigh on her and my gaze takes in more of her body…her flat stomach with her beautiful belly button and her vulva, which looks recently. I poured all of the anger and rage that I had at her for leaving me into each stroke.She loved the brutal way that I was fucking her, but I didn’t care. Her pleasure was as irrelevant to me; all that mattered was my dominance. What I did care about, though, was that she was beginning to fuck me back as best as she could from her position. That said to me that she didn’t feel like she was beaten yet.I wasn’t angry, or even irritated. Frankly, I was glad. I wanted a fight – I knew I’d win in the. The gravel sounded out a warning, she became unsteady as her hands reached lower, clasping his hair, forcing his head upon her, into her ass he groaned with delight. Weak at the knees, yet strong enough to continue, held up by the platform of his upright youthful tongue. Grinding in and out in rhythm with his thrusts, pulling on his hair, drowning in her lust, she finally released him, back toward her seat, pulling up her panties from down around her feet. "You can go to sleep soon," he said as.