He was still panting and trying to thrust, and his cock kept hitting my thigh and then my ass. He must have known he was close because he started to s...eed up, so that when he finally found his mark, he rammed deep, deep into my pussy faster and harder than anyone ever had before. Just as I cried out in mingled pain and pleasure, he was already sliding in and out of me again and again in mad thrusts. He moved his front paws a little further forward, bringing him that much closer so that he slid. “For what?” “For what I said downstairs. When I said you were ‘Quickdraw,’ in front of everyone. I’m sorry.” “I’m not upset by that. You were just joking around.” “Yeah but it was at your expense and in front of everyone,” I said. “Well, even if I was mad at you it’s not possible for me be mad at you for long.” “Why’s that?” I asked. “Because your soft breasts are pressing against my chest, and your fingers are in a rather sensitive place right now,” Mark said while kissing my lips. Mark. Baji was wondering how in the world she was going to make it through a whole long, hot summer without a man. Baji, a petite 29-year-old brunette, was home for the summer and separated from her boyfriend, Taimur, who’d had to return to his own home town hundreds of miles away. Taimur had given her plenty of steady loving over the past three months, and Fatima Baji missed it desperately. In fact, she missed it more with each passing minute, and after a week at home, her need for sex was. I turned the vibrator up to themax. I saw his body buck and I renewed my caning with a relish."Eight minutes!" I paid attention to his imprisoned little playthings.I had once adored them so: their length, their strength, their size,their weight, their penetrating depth. But it had been weeks without mymissing them. I frankly found this prostate-empowerment far moretantalizing and enthralling than any pleasure I had ever receivedfrom... from him... from my pathetic husband.Tool. Fool. He.