He needs me and has no conscious thought outside me. His face is contorting as control begins to leave him. I take his head and pull him towards my ...ips, whispering, 'Fuck me - fuck me - fuck me'.He responds and lets go of holding back. Our tongues collide and his hips buck again and again until with a groan he seizes as his cum starts to pump into my pussy. For those few seconds, he fills me again and again, riding the heights of orgasm as my pussy milks his hardness.As he subsides, we. Maybe she was just concerned as for me not to wear out my welcome but I wasn't sure and as long as tim's parents didn't walk in on us it shouldn't be a problem. Later that day I walked over to tim's and he wanted to go to the mall so we went to the mall. He didn't buy anything just window shopped. We just listened to the radio on the way down and back with only light non-sexual conversation. I wanted to grap his cock to tease him but, I was feeling too guiltly for a heterosexual man from the. Pleasure was my main goal. “Just watch my nipples. Definitely avoid my pussy.” “Okay.” His smile disappeared and he grew serious.I was nervous like I was in line for a roller coaster. Roller coasters and I did not get along. One hand held my side, his other held the candle over the space between my tits. He tilted the candle towards me and no wax came out. He tilted a little further and I spotted it cresting out of the crown. He let a large drop pour out and I closed my eyes. I gasped. I. —————- I knew something was up before I even opened my eyes. My bedroom had a chill to it that spoke of a cold, cold day and Dallas had climbed under my covers to hide beside my warmth, even though I rarely let her on the bed. I turned over and cuddled her, rubbing her ears and neck. I was bringing her with me to Portland because she was still a cute puppy and no one could object, and besides, I couldn’t leave her alone all weekend. I’m normally against putting clothes on a dog, but I admit.