.stiff she climbs on top warm sensation flow thru me this is more than what I have daydreamed about grabbing her hips as she rises up and rock her hip... watching it go in and out cream beginning to show her moisture begin to grow....hmmmm yes She's moving on top eyes staring right into mind piercing each other's soul she smiles I can feel her grip tight as it glides against her walls internal muscles flexing on me my hand place on her back rubbing soothing her as she swag I sit up and begin to. The old grandpa was breathing really heavy as he unzipped his pants, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He proceeded to take down his pants and underwear, the belt rattled as his pants and underwear hit the floor. His black underwear had many white cum stains on them, they were completely wet, soaked in sweat. He told me to hurry up and suck him as fast as possible. His dick and balls were all wet from sweat, they were so moist and humid. Hot humid air hit my face as I went besides. Rough face fucking to the point of gagging, and asks if I’m willing to “cum from my stomach”. Do I want my stomach and body to pulse, contracting to emit a “orgasm” of puke. It is a sadistic and humiliating way to describe throwing up. But he backs off, slowing down to give me a chance to recover. Holding my head, he uses me for his pleasure. He tells me he likes the sounds I make - gagging and struggling for breath. He will train me to worship and follow instructions exactly and quickly, but. She felt confident and… Free. For too many years now, she had been drifting along without any real aim or purpose, in her life, always responding to the needs of the moment – rather than thinking about what she wanted, and planning for it, and working towards it… and that had to stop! Miranda was feeling happy and optimistic, by the time she arrived back at work, it was just unfortunate that no one else seemed to be in that frame of mind. Mrs Roberts was snippy, and resentful that she’d had to.