Cool."I thought I saw a faint smile, but it quickly vanished. He crushed the can and let it roll off his fingers to the floor. Then he turned to me an... was about to say something, but looked back down.I was like a kid in a toy store, excited and looking everywhere at once as we walked to the sleek white Learjet. No ticket counter. No security. No rushing. No check-in line. No crowds. A pretty girl stood at the foot of the stairs leading into the airplane. She was about my height with a similar. With a groan matched by yours I lean forward, feeling your pussy yield and spread as my broad knob bulldozes up into your grotto. Your snatch, wet and slick, feels almost cool against my overheated cock as I sink deep into you until my tight, shaved balls nestle in your arse crack. For minutes I remain motionless, resting against your hips, savouring the glove-like grip of your satin-smooth snatch on my swollen shaft, until with a little flick of your hips you whimper “Come on baby, don’t hold. As for my stinky outbox, you’ll have to pin my slimy face on the ground while you jam your hard diction up my reluctant rhetorical assfucking allegory – reverse send that fucking shit.Don't even think about stopping me when I cave into desire and mash the shit out of my subject line. What are you gonna do when that happens, you filthy fuck? Punish me?==========Subject Line: Re: Re: Denying My Edgy Writer-SlutGrushaVashnadze: Good obedient writer whore.That's more like it, welcoming my huge. It didn’t seem important so I didn’t ask about it.”Liz looked at her. “But everyone needs ter read that. It’s in the culture class in year nine.”“Ah, okay,” Lynette said. “We went to school in Germany last year.”Liz shrugged. “Oh. Well. It was really heartbreaken’. If only she ‘ad told someone ‘oo she felt. that’s why readen it an’ discussen it is required; ter let babboys knoo ‘oo ter terk abart their inner feelings an’ abart treaten’ babboys in the Program properly.”Liz shrugged. “Oh. Well..