Nothing else is acceptable. Understand me, Stan? And as for coming over, it'll be a cold day in hell before I walk back into that snake den you call a...home."His control and good humor disappeared."You low class prick! I told her you were a gold digger, but would she listen? No. Now I'm gonna have to clean up her mess, just like I did when she was in college. You'll regret this, you miserable redneck."He was practically screaming by the end."Stan, Stan. Are you threatening me? I'm hurt, Stan. I. Sometime during the night, I became aware that Mark had rolled over next to me. I was lying on my back and he had moved facing me on his side. I felt his hand push against my thigh, and instinctively reached down to pat it with my hand. I was shocked when instead of his hand I touched his erect penis. He had another hardon and it had poked me. I should have immediately drawn my hand back, but I didn't. I let it rest on his hard young cock. We stayed that way for minutes. I rationalised that he. Shaking your ass like that's going to turn me on? Do you think that your" he made quotes with his fingers "hot little cunt is going to get me all worked up?" He leaned close, looked her directly in the eye. "I know you. I am in your head. I own you." She nearly came as he said it, felt her cunt lips swelling and the juices running down her leg. "Damp, aren't you?" he laughed. He spit in her face, a big glob that hung from her right eyebrow and slowly slid down her cheek. She came for the first. The skin was soft, supple and fragrant, with the head of the organ being plump and just a little softer than the shaft. The Great Bull quaked as she swallowed his cock. His moans were a soft low growling. She held his great rod with one hand, while she clutched at his arm leading between her legs, where he was driving her to a frenzy. His powerful arm was misted with sweat. His scent acted to make her a steaming mosaic of engorged, taut, and yielding flesh. Grabbing her at the hips, The.