"Yes! Oh yes, Sir! Please, please may I cum?" she begged."Whose pussy is this?" he asked."Yours, Sir," Amy replied."Whose tits are these?" he asked."Y...urs, Sir. Please, it's all yours, I'm all yours, Sir. Please, pleeease," she cried."Are you my dirty slut, Are you my dirty slutty little whore?" he asked her again."Yes Oh God, yes, Master! Please, I want to be your slut, your whore... more than anything, Sir. Please!" she cried urgently."All right then. When you cum, your orgasm will be your. You approach the hut and knock on the door, as expected, nothing happened, you then open the door and it opens with surprising ease.Being inside gives you chills, after some time looking around you notice a dusty book on a table, it seems to be shining, how can a book shine?Touching the book you feel a sting on the palm of your hand, you remove your hand quickly and see your name being written on the cover of the book.The words "This book belongs to Aidan Forger." appears in the bottom right. It wasn't long before he saw her door open and she walked toward her bed. His cock started to stir as he watched her slip her shirt up over her head. She reached behind and unhooked her bra letting her 34c breasts free. His cock twitched at the site of her perky nipples. As she turned to look at herself in the mirror, she cupped each breast and rolled her nipples between her thumbs and fingers. His eyes were glued to the screen as she undid the snap on her jeans and pulled the zipper down.. Except, I wasn’t born pregnant, I was born horny. My mind was on pulling down the panties of my fiancée. Then putting my cock into her warm, wet, pink opening. I needed to fill it with my thick, white cum. I was on a mission to make both of us cum hard, after being apart for several days. Therefore, I had transported to the town where she lived, to make that mission a success.It was late summer, college classes had already begun for the fall semester. There was a lot of activity on the campus..