' the annoyed teen shouts from across the living room. Grabbing her loaded backpack and scooping up a loose armful of outfits in a rage, a black spagh...tti strap top with a pink SoCal logo falls to the floor and is left behind in her wake. Dark brown, freshly straightened hair also falls across her increasingly frustrated face as she juggles her weekend baggage and her cell phone. That Italian mother's dark olive skin hints at the kind of tantrums she's capable of. While you normally have a. ‘Oh god, oh fuck, Eric come with me.’ I burst, pulling my cock towards my chest. Stroking as I shot three more times. I stroked it slowly feeling how sensitive it was, then set it down. I leaned back, cum on my chest and stared at the ceiling. This was my life. Jerking off in the dark to visions of sugarplum surfers riding my cock. ‘Eric, can’t sleep?’ Alexa’s barley awake, voice sounded from the tops of the stairs. I froze, hoping she wouldn’t come downstairs. ‘Yeah, I just couldn’t sleep,. She felt the pegs come off, blood retaking the compressed vein’s pulsing pain on either lip of her sex, then his tool against her brown star, Argentina must have won, she braced herself told herself to relax but knew he was going to be harsh and painful, felt the head invading her, stretching her ring relentlessly, he wasn’t going to take no for an answer… With almost a pop the head got in, he rested for a second then on and in, the invader stretching her almost tearing her, pain like fire. She holds the vibrator to her clit, keeping it locked against herself, the pulses conducting themselves to the teeth of the metal clamp, sending the deepest vibrations thrumming through her. Her moans are coming louder now, an endless stream of wanton resonance echoing around her in the empty room. She arcs off the bed, toes curling into the sheets; knees part tensely, the muscles of her abdomen clenching and rippling with effort as her body bows in the middle of its own volition. Her other.