In those days, Jasmine had not had nearly as much of an urge to touchherself. But as the hair of Jasmine's pussy grew, so too did its craving foratten...ion -- its need to be fondled, manipulated, fucked.At that moment, Jasmine was overcome by a fit of anger toward the source ofall of her problems; her pussy. She spread her legs and smacked her pussy hard withher open hand, as if to punish it for being bad. The effect was, if anything,the exact opposite of what she had intended. Being smacked in. With my hands on her knees holding her legs up in the deckchair position I slowly moved my pelvis forward not taking my eyes off her face in case she woke up and felt my cock slip right in her wet pussy making a loud sloppy gushy sound upon entry,she was So wet I just slipped right in balls deep,I couldn't believe it my wildest fantasies of fucking her while sniffing her panties and jerking off where cumming true! It felt amazing I didn't move I just kept still with my cock balls deep in my. I loved burning stuff. Not maliciously. Not important stuff. Just paper, and pieces of wood. I’d watch the stuff burn for a few minutes, then put out the flames, get rid of the evidence and move on. I’m not a pyromaniac. I don’t destroy stuff maliciously or hurt people. I simply love fire. It soothes me. I came back into the room, and found Megan sitting on the bed. She had a strange look on her face. I looked at the lighter in my hand, and the burnt piece of paper. I shrugged. She said. That thought triggered something in me and I could feel my orgasm start to build a little. He reached down and pulled my thong down freeing my rock hard dripping cock. He never touched it though. That is the wettest clitty I have ever seen, Your going to cum for me, aren't you? My eyes were clamped shut my legs were burning and all I could do was whimper, un hu daddy. He started rotating his hips as I was riding up and down and it happened. I started to shudder and my hole started to.