"Talk dirty to me?" he enjoyed his control over her."I want you," she blurted out."That's not dirty."She was near the edge. "Oh...um. I want you to fu...k me. I want you to feel you fill me, stretch me, mold me to your sword. I-I don't want you to sheath your sword, not like last time."He stopped rubbing her magic button."Nooo, don't stop! Why have you stopped?" Why mustn't I wear a sheath?" Because I want to feel you rubbing up against my walls, flesh to flesh. I want you to fuck me hard and,. My editor screaming into my cell phone that I was to get as many individual interviews as possible including the aforementioned Jennings. Schmuck, I thought, as I trudged the sidelines in black heels and smart little business suit in black more suited to an evening at an out of the way expensive restaurant, involving menus without prices. Now the ponce had gotten himself red carded. Suddenly a faint light bulb went off in my head… I could hit the locker room early and get a head start without. Mary Beth began to moan very loudly, much louder than normal, I’m sure in hopes that Jennifer would hear. Her cunt lips were soon noticeably swollen. She got so wet that her pussy juices drenched my face and pooled at the bottom of my chin, almost thick enough to drip off. I worked my tongue around her clit, letting it prod and massage her drenched pussy lips. Mary Beth’s legs swayed rhythmically in and out as she moaned and purred. Her hands running through my hair, short as it was. I guess. .. milk it dry, you hot little bitch... suck me dry... ohhhhhhh!"The inside of Diane's mouth was dry, and she ran her pink tongue over her lips several times, trying to dispel the arid, cottony taste. She found herself trying to picture in her mind the position Judy Carneal and the man, Harry, were in. He was sitting on the toilet seat... yes, that was it, sitting on the toilet seat with his legs spread wide and Judy was kneeling between them, her long auburn hair fanning out over his belly and.