He had olive skin, thick shiny jet-black hair, full lips (like Claudia) and an above average physique. Already he was a District champion in sprinting...and would be competing in the State Championships soon. At school he had always been dux of the class. But he had an artistic bent and liked to paint and draw. Claudia had no intention of forcing him into any academic path and would be happy just to see him happy and a good person, which he was already.But, there were some things missing in. Her tight little hole flexes and grips me, almost making me lose control again. Slowly I take charge of myself and start to slowly withdraw in a seemingly endless stroke. She senses that I am going to completely withdraw and pushes back to prevent my cock from escaping it delicious, tight, hot, wet captivity. Just as it feels it is about to slip out, I start to push back inside. The sensation of being re-filled is almost as overwhelming as the first time but it happens slightly more quickly,. ?"Go ahead, fight me," Chris said.? "It will make it more fun when I finally pop your little cherry."Daria began kicking her legs around.? She almost caught Chris with one of the stiletto heels, but he grabbed one ankle and then another.? He quickly tied one ankle to a support beam on one side of the chair.? Then he tied the other ankle against a heavy hardwood table that must have weighed 250 pounds.? Now Daria was spread-legged.? She bucked her crotch up and down.? "You bastard!" she said.?. ..I played with myself. I thought about you a few times and played with my dick, ok? Happy now?" Actually, yes I am" she said, "quite happy as it turns out."At this point, I was wondering what was going on but my dick had taken on a life of its own and was starting to get hard again and surely the lump under the blanket was becoming visible. I wasn't sure whether she was being mean to me or if this was going somewhere. She slowly leaned forward and whispered to me, "If you had the chance, would.