I mean, it was only natural that I felt like a whore, as long as the sex I provided was only fake, but I had no idea how much this attitude had change... me. All I had ever tried, sexwise, was that supernatural, romantic, in love, good-girl, sex. And it had worked perfectly for me! I loved Jim beyond reason, and invariably I would have one or two orgasms, when we made love. And I did not have to 'work' for them.Now the bubbles and the jelly had disappeared. Do not get me wrong: In just a week, I. Turning her over, he moved the scarf up over his wife's eyes and roughly tore off her skirt. She was so turned on by climaxing twice already that she gasped, but was too exhausted to do anything about it. He spread her legs and pulled her to himself, and waited for what seemed to her an eternity with her legs forced open and vagina wet, red, puffy, and exposed after having been so harshly forced to provide sexual pleasure to her lover's throbbing dick. But even after such unfair abuse, all her. I could really get used to this. Sis hung her head forward as she rode me. My hands steadied her firm hips. Her hands rested on her knees while she labored. I felt her start to tremble and she moaned loudly. Her orgasm was building. Slipping one hand around the front, I fingered her clitoris to help. She convulsed when she felt my fingers on her most sensitive spot.My balls were already nasty with my cum from our previous fuck. It was a nasty good feeling. So hot and slippery. The only reason I. His cock was rounder than a pop can and hard as a rock. He loved to fuck and it was rare he could get some to accept his huge rod. The young girl had no choice but to take the pounding he was giving the tight pussy. Her cunt was stretched and he wanted to put his fist in her when he was done. He wanted to fist that now stretched pussy. As he began to cum and fill her with his warm juice, she too was cumming and her cunt was grasping his big rod as she pulsed. He pulled out and gave her gaping.