She's not screaming or crying I take that as a good sign. Filling her up so completely I'm overwhelmed and I start to fuck her like a dog, with only o...e thing on my mind. I realize her pussy is so wet, I just keep thrusting into her warmth. It's all I want, to fill her with my cum. She's so wet, could she be loving it too, as much as I am? I can't get enough of this, Is she moaning? With pleasure or fear? I don't know. Shoving her tiny body like a jack hammer onto my burning hot prick, I moan. Quickly I undressed and stood naked in front of her."Now thats not very good is it?" she said, as she pointed at my limp cock, " you will have to do better than that otherwise I wont be very pleased with you".She walked toward me and grabbed at my cock with her latex covered fingers, the latex felt slick and cool as it rubbed against my shaft, she grabbed the back of my head with her other hand and pulled my face towards hers and started to kiss me hard, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I felt. ‘I always loved ya. She meant nuffin’ to me.’ Ten metres to go. ‘By the way, Irish,’ he said. ‘If we’re going to be so close for a while, what’s your name?’ **** So much for keeping warm and dry. As the rain picked up, she could feel it seep through her baseball cap, wetting her hair, dribbling down the sides of the brim and trickling down the back of her parker. She couldn’t stand the feeling of wet clothes clinging to her skin, but the longer she stood with him, the more soaked they were both. I decline a second glass of port and wait in fevered anticipation for him to make his first move. He kisses the back of my hand and looks up at me. I think he can see the desire spilling out of my eyes. He moves his lips up to the nape of my neck and I shudder in delight as his soft lips brush against my skin. Then he cups my head in his strong hands and kisses me, long and deep. I think I'm beginning to understand how women in days of old used to faint clean away. His tongue is like a wicked.