Your eyes never break contact from mine as you lightly place the tips of your fingers on my crotch, feeling the outline of my throbbing penis through ...he denim. You trace my penis with your finger, circling it, teasing it. A fiery sensation runs through my body and I let out a small, muffled moan. I want you, I need you. Your lips widen into a naughty smirk. You have me under your spell, and you know it. You lean in a little closer, pressing your body against my legs, as you slowly reach up and. Watch me fuck her better than she has ever been fucked. She will never be happy with your useless dick after today."And then he rammed it into her. Anita´s eyes flew open wide and she screamed as he began to pound his hard cock into her. He had a handful of her hair and was holding onto one of her hips with his other hand as slammed himself into her.He fucked her hard and fast right from the start. My wife's face twisted in pain as he slammed his entire cock in and out of her at an incredible. I was determined to remain relaxed enough so that my son’s huge cock would slip past my tight sphincter with as little resistance as possible.I once again held Brutus’s hands and squeezed them tightly when I felt Janus hold himself over me and begin to rub his massive cock head around my puckered little pink shit hole. I let out a long loud piercing wail as I felt my pink little hole being slowly pushed open by my son’s huge thick cock.No , no Janus I cried out please don’t stop my darling boy.. How very confusing!Anne feels like He sometimes looks right through her, as if He can see her soul or read her hot mind.Anne acknowledges to herself she feels grateful for all hot sex so far, even taken against her will!Anne is amazed again by His short lecture as Professor of Sexuology interrupting her thought process.Anne hadn't heard before of the 'Stockholm Syndrome': hostages tend to fall in love with oppressors!Anne keeps thinking long about this. Could she really fall in love with this.