Her hips ground onto him, fucking his cock forcefully. “Astrid, please… oh fuck…..please.” “Beg and I’ll make you cum.” Jamie strained h...s tumescent muscles to thrust back in an effort to reach his climax. With a series of admonishing tuts combined with the strength of her body, Astrid reasserted herself. “I’m begging you, please, please.” “Better.” Svetlana kissed him as Astrid stirred her pussy with her fingers. She would stoke her body to follow her once she was finished. Astrid’s thighs and. Yes, I'll do it.My finger hesitated over the 'submit' link, but then I clicked it.I sat there for a brief moment before then leaving a single line on the forum page.It was the next day before I received any message. Having only written such a brief message myself, I was lucky to get anything, but there it was, from some unknown guy - "Hi, slut. Welcome to the site."I wasn't really a slut, I thought to myself; but then a voice in my head told me that of course I was a slut, decent women don't. "Not too pooped for... you know what, I hope," whispered Julie. The limo driver's window was tightly closed with curtain drawn; yet, Julie felt the need to whisper when the topic was something as personal as sex with her new husband.Alex and Julie were college sweethearts who had dated for almost two years before they "consummated" their relationship. Both had been virgins when that magic moment finally happened one weekend while Julie's roommate was away. They had started with their usual. My friends, reformed (and not-so-reformed) womanizers, patted me on the back and congratulated me on my catch. This made me uncomfortable, as it diminished the moral high-ground I like to think I have over them. Still, she was a good-looking girl; even the douche-bag who interrupted our date to hit on her in front of me thought so.Over drinks, Y — spoke frequently about youth and beauty. She had an immortal spirit, a person who’s years and mentality never quite coincided. Her hobbies, in her.