I would whine and pretend I did not like it, but the wetness from my pussy dripping down my thighs always gave me away. I would feel his fingers work...ng slowly into my ass. How I loved having both my holes invaded and pounded as he would drove his firm cock deep in my demanding pussy. His grunts and moans mixed with my soft cries echoed through the dark room. And with ever thrust his cock would sink deeper and deeper until my body would give way to the violent passion that raged in me. I. The only movement is our slow, careful breathing, and the rain rolling down our window panes. I take a moment, internally, to think about the evolution of the way we make love. Traveling back to the days when we were just dating. Clumsy fumbles in the dark, passionate, rushed, and naïve… that’s the way everything is when you’re young and in love. But however immature it might’ve been, it was sincere. As we became steady, we had sex frequently, you were always on the pill and I was always. As time went by, she had to masturbate twice tostop it.***Now it was midnight at her house; the so-called "witching hour". Karenhad ingested some "herbs" to help her clear her mind, and now she triedto concentrate on what she was doing. She sat in the lotus position,naked in the darkness in her "magic" circle and gently chanted hermantras. Sometimes, if she was very lucky, she could truly escape herflesh, and float away into the sky. At these times, she would feel agreat contentment and oneness. My sweet boyfriend went down from the bed, letting Max to have his place behind me. I stayed there, still on all fours.Max looked at my buttocks and he suddenly grabbed them, spreading my cheeks wide. He easily shoved a long finger up my very tiny ass. I let out a soft gasp in surprise.Max pulled out his finger and he started to stimulate my tiny ass, by shoving one and then two lubed fingers. He was doing same movements as if he was penetrating me with a penis…I began to moan in a very.