To my surprise, Kamari continued encircling my arms and pressing the keys on the piano. I could already feel my cock erecting and looking at those sle...der hands, I wondered if she could use them as delicately and expertly drumming on another organ. That lewd thought sent my cock all the way up as it tented and strained against my shorts. I was still playing but understandably it was getting off key real fast. In frustration, Kamari, hands still around my shoulders, straddled me from behind, to. .I want to hurt you. Do you want me to hurt you?”I sniff and in a very soft voice, “Yes. Please hurt me.”Her breasts push into me, “And why do you want to be hurt?”“I deserve it.”“Yes, you do.”I lick my lips, “I need it.”I feel her fingers caress my cheek, “I know you do, of course you do.”My throat tightens. I need to know and I am so afraid to ask. I bite my lip again. Her lips press into my cheek and I think I whimpered “oh god”.I swallow, but it doesn't come out. I need t know, but I just. After what seemed an eternity but was no more than twenty or thirty seconds, I pulled back - not without difficulty - and hunted without success for something to say. I needn't have bothered. A woman who has been genuinely crying for any time is not at all sexually attractive ? at least not to me ? but the look of abject misery that was there before had been replaced by one of steely resolve. Before I could say anything, she did: "Stay here", was all she said before turning and marching out of. This time was different. She like to feel me all over while kissing me. Now we tongued kissed and she would breathe real hard and moan. We had never touched each others private parts, except her rubbing her tits on my face a few times when I was younger. Her hands were feeling my butt cheeks under the covers. I had no under pants on. Her hand came over and stopped when she felt my big boner sticking out as we faced each other. She paused for a long time, just holding her hand on my hard on..
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