A single tendril of black, hanging casually from her tortoisehell hair clip crossing her flawless skin. And the faintest little hairs, serried in a ne...t pattern. Orderliness and precision, on the back of her perfect neck. Your cock starts to feel heavier, and more alive. You smile. Putting the thought to one side. You owe yourself the time to masturbate. Not a quick one off the wrist in the shower, like a naïve adolescent. You've learnt to control and pace yourself. It's part of your essence:. He grunted, and she couldn’t help but moan as his engorged shaft hit her everywhere she needed to be hit. She didn’t want to like it, but she did. It was intense and chaotic, and they got lost in the sheer intensity of it all.He grabbed her waist with his free hand and pulled her harder against him, pounding her so hard, his balls hit her ass and her clit. She couldn’t help but scream as his cock rubbed her swollen sponge and went further to smash into her cervix like a wrecking ball.She felt. Then you let out a whimper as I pull my hips away. With soft kisses, I work my way up the part of your torso that is between your front and your side, around the outside base of your right breast, across your collarbone and up your shoulder, the muscle in your neck that is right below your ear. Pausing to let a gentle, warm breath tickle your ear, I turn the trail of kisses so that it traces the same kind of path down your jaw and linger at the juncture of your jaw and chin.Your right hand has. No one else was stupid enough to go with me, and to be honest, right now, I didn’t blame them. But I had to do this for Layla. I had to jump out of a perfectly good plane, 30,000 feet up in the air. Oh god. I had already signed all the necessary forms and stuff. I’d paid the fee. I was now just waiting for the plane to get back from its first run. I stood there taking deep breaths, watching the sky for any sign of the little plane that I would soon hurl myself out of. That’s when I heard his.