It was odd because both stories he read were about pizza delivery boys, persons, or whatever was politically correct at the time… men in his case he...guessed. Of course what made it odd was that Harry was a pizza delivery man so in all likelihood he was stuck in the middle of a pizza delivery story too, making that the third of his day. On occasion he imagined himself working as a pizza delivery man after burning out as a CEO of some multimillion dollar company where he was never happy and. I sucked her, released, circled her clit, pulled the throbbing nodule back into my mouth and stabbed it rapidly with the tip of my tongue. She went wild, screamed and cursed, arched her back hard, tossed her head back and forth. She clenched the bars of the bed so tight they shook as she thrashed, her hips pinned by my hands. ‘OHHH! NO! FUCK! YES! OHHH! OHH…GOD! JESSE!’ I groaned, my cock instantly hard again, and sucked harder, and flicked my tongue over her clit, side to side, until she came. Back again when she said that I asked her ”aapke husband and son nahin hote kya subah main” for which she became sad and lowered her head. But she made it a reality which I will disclose later. Now after a much satisfying licking session she expressed her desire to see my manhood.She moved her hands down and felt my already erect penis over my pants and was looking into my eyes telling me to release it from the prison.Our eyes were doing the talk now. She started opening my pants and I was. Ashleigh was not even in the room. After the second thrust of his cock, causing her extreme pain, the pain suddenly turned to pleasure. From that point on, she was spinning out of the room, out of control, out of her mind. All she wanted was that cock thrusting into her ass to keep doing its job. Fuck me harder, faster. I don’t care what else you do, just keep fucking me. She thought she said these words aloud to Ted but she wasn’t sure so she kept repeating them to herself in the hope that he.