’ I say quietly with a smile… ‘Thanks for the blankets.’… As the words come out of my mouth I am disappointed with myself… I wanted to be ...he siren, the seducer here… I wanted to demand he ravage me… tell him I wanted to suck his cock right then and there, demand he remove his pants… something sexy like that. Instead I said good night and wished him good dreams. Similar things had happened before when we had been alone and I just couldn’t bring myself to make the move I wanted too. I knew he. He tilted the candle to drip some of the hot wax down my body. The warmth seeped down my skin, leaving trails from my nipples to my aching cunt. "Who is my fucking slut?" he asked thrusting hard again, hitting the back of my cervix. His black cock was completely stretching me to the max. He placed the candle back down on the counter so he could focus on fucking me as hard as he could. "I am baby, I'm your slut." I moaned in ecstasy. "Good girl" With that, Josh had enough edging me and slapped. They were easy on the tongue and mouth-watering. She wondered about Charles’ stamina; his ability to hold back.John usually got excited very quickly when she took his to her lips. She enjoyed taking a man in her mouth; loved the feel of that hard flesh and enjoyed the slow seepage of cum. And she loved the groans a man made; sounds of approval and gratitude. Charles would be able to hold back, of that she was sure. She also knew that he would recover very quickly. As enjoyable as it was to have. It sat there, looking back at her, watching her, waiting for a moment of indecision, a hesitation, a revealed weakness which would allow it to burst forth upon her, enfolding her and dragging her down, down to a restless cottony abode."Wash me."No, Sarah shuddered, shaking her head. It was all a freaky dream.***Sarah crept across her parent's bedroom, trying hard not to wake her father, and gently shook her mother awake."Huh, what is it honey? Is something wrong?" her mother sleepily asked,.