I heard her faintly say, “Fuck me!” and in my young innocence, I asked her if she wanted me to fuck her, like I don’t hear her and for clarifica...ion. She laughed a little and then with a lustfull, sexy voice said, “Yes, Fuck me!” I tore my jeans and released my aching cock. Her hole wet from my saliva, I spit on my cocks head and pressed it against her asshole before easing the head inside her. She moaned, “Yes” and threw her head back, her long hair dropping over her back. So fucking sexy! I. He was convinced someone would recognize him and be able to pass this information on to his pursuers. So far they had seen no signs of others travelling after them, though they cast frequent glances behind and anxiously scoured each skyline for puffs of dust or smoke from a careless cooking fire. This was a long-settled land, full of cultivated fields and small towns. The further they travelled from the town where she was kept prisoner, the more Sophia was able to look at her surroundings. At. I moved in the direction she was pulling me and ended up being pushed onto my knees between her legs. “Now it’s your turn you dirty little bitch. I want to see your pretty little face between my legs with my pussy juice dripping from it” I slid my hands up her thighs and removed her wet lacy red knickers, she opened her legs grabbed me by the back of the head and pulled me towards her until my face was right up against her hot pussy. She then lay on her back with her legs wide open with me. Slipping my feet into the pumps, I am thankful that my Mistress did not choose three inch stilettos for me to wear. I dress, using the mirror. I pull on the panties first, tucking my small penis inside the sheer material. I then pull the stockings over my feet and legs, feeling very feminine as the material covers my thighs. I stop for a moment to rub my hands across the smooth silky material, feeling pleased with my shaving job. I then step into the several layers of ruffles before finally.