I started to rock back against his fat cock. His hands shot to my hips as he started to drive that cock in and out. He fucked me deep and hard as I st...od there. His cock felt good as he rammed it in and out of my pussy. I could feel another orgasm building as he fucked me. He started to pull my hips back toward himself as he fucked me. His fat cock started to force no it was knocking the air from my pussy as he fucked me hard and deep. My pussy started to let off long loud pussy farts each time. It was a large house, set in a small park, but it could never look like a house of the gentility. It shouted aloud to anyone of sensibility, in this year of our Lord eighteen-fifty, that this was the home of a tradesman. A very rich tradesman, it must be admitted, but not a gentleman, be he titled or not.In the dining room sat two couples eating dinner. The master of the house, James Robinson was a mill owner, and a very successful one, His guest, John Smith was rather younger, but had lately. ‘You,’ he said as he kissed her neck, ‘are insufferable.’ He held her wrists within one hand, using the other to tear at the buttons of her blouse. He gripped her chin, forcing her to stare at the animalistic rage that burnt within his pupils. His words were torn, caught between his desire to growl andplead. ‘How can you be so ideal?’ She scoffed, the force of her laugh pushing her breasts against his fingers. ‘Ideal?’ ‘More than ideal,’ he breathed, using his tongue to trace the line of her. "I can't either, sweetie. You go ahead."She was obviously not through with me. She kissed me again and went quickly to the bathroom. I followed her. "Jordan, don't just watch me pee."I watched. "Why?" Then, I looked at her and said, "Open your legs so that I can see."She put her hands over her face, opened her legs, and I watched the stream bubble in the toilet for a few seconds. When she finished and wiped herself, she came to me and said, "Why did you make me do that?" Was it very.