‘I can’t compete with that.’ ‘It’s not a competition, honey,’ ‘I know, but I want to make love to you just as good as that or better.’...‘And you will, honey. You just have to practice, practice, practice.’ ‘You’re so not funny,’ I said. ‘You’ll probably leave me after the first time.’ ‘It won’t be your first time, Danni,’ she reminded me. ‘Yeah, it will. What happened before was just a maniac fuck fest. We just wanted a quick release and that’s good sometimes but that’s not making love.’ ‘Honey. When she entered the tea room, with it’s plush couches, glass display cases of fine china, and delicately carved table, the king was standing by the window, looking contemplatively at the courtyard garden. The click of the door shutting behind her drew his attention, and he smiled easily at her. “Lady Desiree Amrien. You are more lovely that I had imagined.”Desiree felt her cheeks grow warm and she offered a curtsy. She knew her own reputation- a beautiful young woman married off to be second. I clicked firmly on mm4w, brining up an entirely new menu of carnal delights. Finally, I settled on one that met the needs of my libido and anger. It was a group of close friends who specialized in gangbangs for desperate housewives. The posting had a few convincingly amateurish photos of four black men ravaging a somewhat plump blonde. I imagined what it would be like to have two of those huge cocks pumping me at once, with two more in reserve once they finished. It turned me on more than I. I managed to catch him off guard, roll and come up for air. I gulped it in, desperate, knowing I only had milliseconds. And I was right. He came up behind me, snatched at me and pulled me hard against himself again. He humped himself up against my butt, his arms tightly against my chests, pinching my nipples. He was determined not to lose me again, determined to brand me, he was determined to own me completely, obediently. I sank against him in mock surrender, then swept my foot under his and.