"Slow! Don't stop, just slow!!" Amber's head snapped back as shecried out. He pierced her tight ring of anal muscle very slowly leaving thehead lodged...inside for a moment. Then he pushed a little more as the head ofhis prick entered Amber's asshole. Slow? With this slut? I've dreamed of this moment for at least five years.All of those short skirts and tight shorts have driven me absolutely crazyBrett said to himself. In a moment of pure abandonment, Brett dispensed with "slow" andrammed his. “Sally, you’re a little older than you look, sweetie, I had you pegged for about twenty,” I told her, looking up at her and smiling.“I hear that a lot. Generally, when I’m being carded. You are a little younger than I’ve been thinking, though, aren’t you? At first, I thought you were my age, maybe a little older, Francie. You’re not, though, are you? After seeing you with them, and hearing the things you’ve done, and are doing, well, I don’t know.”“I’m holding on to you, so don’t faint.” She. She likes me to bend her over the desk and ram my whole cock up her tight little ass. She likes to pretend I'm taking her without her consent and yell out shit like, “Nooooo, please nooooo!! It fucking hurts!! No, no, no, please not my ass. OW OW OOOOWWWWW!!!!”. You get the idea, right? You know she's faking it because her hand always reaches up to pull my head to to her face so we can explore each others mouths with our tongues. She loves a bit of tongue-hockey while she's having her. Then I softly drew my wet fingers closer together, not squeezing, but gliding closer on the swell until they made a smaller circle around the brownish aureole, leaving the nipple untouched and in suspense, and several times I made this gentle, nearly milking motion on her, and I saw her throat swallow again, and I felt Martha nod approvingly beside me. And then I gently brought my fingers closer together until they surrounded the nipple, nearly touching, and I paused. I looked at her face and.