In between the soft stroked few hard and long strokes after each of the long strokes she would gasp for more air, I enjoyed watch her suffer a little... This took place for few minutes and I lifted her up and took her to her bedroom, I threw her over her bed and gave a lustful smile, she covered her tits with one arm and tightly held my hair in other, we shared another deep kiss and I licked her from her lips till her pussy. I licked the outer walls of her pussy and she moaned. I slowly inserted. We go home afterwards and if he got a really good shot (for instance, one with both my undies and a guy checking me out), then we'll go to bed and "talk" about all the things that guy probably wanted to do. We're a bit like the Italians; when we "talk" we use more than just our voices.The photos are Geoff's thing. My thing takes more time. I do like it when guys see me – even though I usually miss it – but what I really love is when they come back for more. Some guys will double back for a. Her hand wrapped around my cock became hard, covered in spiny hairs. Mandibles burst out of her jaws while her eyes became faceted onyxes. Through the lust, revulsion swelled through me as the spider-thing loomed over me.A part of me wanted to fuck it still. To ram my cock into her. Her mandibles opened as they surrounded my throat. I felt their sharp pricks. I shuddered, about to be penetrated in a new way. I whimpered.I should fight.Couldn’t.Color exploded around us. A shimmering aura of. Unfortunately it seems that the harder I think about it the opposite effect it has. Yes, yes, yes. I know why. It’s the whole thing about. ‘If it’s the focus of your attention.’ Blah, I still hate it and try anyway. I used to be able to over ride those types of sensations, but that was a proverbial whole other life. In any case. I convinced myself by some excuse or other to shave. Yes reader. Just my legs and under arms. I attribute the whole damn bouncy, floaty, tingly stiffened nipples thing.