“You look so prim and proper. It makes me want to mess you up.” He leaned down and kissed her, his sensual lips molding hers, his hands finding he... hips. As always, it took only the slightest touch and Melissa was lost in the pleasure he always brought her. She reached up, trying to wrap her arms around him without hitting his radio. She pressed her body against him and was met with the hard shell of his kevlar vest, his duty belt poking her in her belly. She let out a breathless giggle of. However, now that the devil dildo had her in its wicked grip, she was doomed to as many mind-numbing explosive orgasms as it felt she deserved. And she would quickly learn this toy was merciless–and had a seemingly endless battery life!The first one slammed into her about three minutes into her ride. By that time she was dripping with sweat from her contortions and thrashing around. Her pussy was slobbering like a St. Bernard watching a steak cook, and her moaning and whimpering resounded off. V. he was wearing his regular t shirt and shorts while I was in my knee high night dress with no bra but wearing matching black panties. I was a little tired so I lay down in the couch with my head on one side of the couch and legs stretched all the way to the other side of the couch where Brad was sitting. My feet touched his thighs. I was thinking about some work and closed my eyes while Brad was busy in watching his favorite show. After few minutes I felt Brad’s hand on my feet. I didn’t. So many memories from her dream had happened in here she reflected as she walked around and sat down on the couch.How many guys did she remember fucking on here? Steve and his friends, how many of them were there? Like four or five. Dr. Sanders, Alfred, DeShawn. Glancing over at the matching chair, she recalled blowing the cab driver that gave them the ride home from the House of Skin while Stacy ate her pussy. Such vivid memories. What was vivid now was the tenderness coming from her.