She showed no resistance, desperate as she was to orgasm. This new position pushed her ass further in the air and gave me an even better view of her w...t welcoming pussy. I lined my cock up to her entrance and swiftly pushed the first couple of inches into her tight slit. She yelled out and then moaned as I began to fill her. Soon I was inside her, up to the hilt. I moved in and out in long, deliberate strokes, filling her again and again. She pushed back on me with every thrust, her heavy. Her voice rises in frantic gasps. Then sustains, spills. It's the sound of spring leaves yielding to the tempest.His name shoots the curl of still another breaker, and she's flung under its crushing swirl until it beaches her on soft linen ripples, limbs pliant as seagrass, panting pure relief.*As soon as flash-flood warnings cancel a prior engagement, she taps their playground's password with exuberance. Over the weekend, he'd written that her audible trio of climaxes had triggered his own. He is a real nice guy, It were just a few days and we became like best buddies. She had girlfriend in the outskirts so he used to leave the apartment to me alone and he would spent the weekend with his gf. It was couple of months I and I was getting really jealous of him cause he would just fuck his gf every weekend and I on the other hand would just spend time whacking off my cock. And the day came a girl named Kristine moved next door I must admit it she is bomb shell a beautiful figure of. Two clothespins. "Put these on your nipples, you stupid foul-mouthed slut," Mistress orders. I grimace, but inwardly, careful to not let my displeasure show on my face. Mistress knows how much I hate the clothespins--they hurt. Mistress makes sure to buy the most expensive, heavy-duty clothespins she can find, and they have a strong grip. After a while the dull, throbbing pain drives all other thoughts except hope of relief from my mind. Mistress laughs cynically, and addresses me: "Well Slave,.