Now, the shaft of the cock was sliding deeper and deeper.And then she stopped. "How are you doing?" she asked. I wasn't sure what to say. I was breath...ng heavily. The feeling was neither pain nor pleasure but a strange amalgam of both. I wasn't sure that I could take it, but I didn't want her to pull out."I'm OK," I responded, while not entirely sure that that was true.She began moving again, fucking me slowly at first, a shallow back and forth that gradually built in speed and depth.I. Again she tensed and I sped up my ministrations, she cried out and she went over into another orgasm, gasping for air and the sensations took over her again. I gently licked her over and over as she calmed. Before she had a chance to move away, I, for a third time clamped my mouth over her. Stop, stop! Its too much, Ill pee myself, please no more! She pleaded with me. Come on baby, one more pleeease! I pushed and returned to sucking on her clit. I held her hips pinned to my face as I worked. ‘Fuck me Jon, fuck me hard’ He pushed and slid all the way inside her. They let out a low groan in unison. She felt so hot and tight and so very wet. But there was something else, a tingle, a thrill. The book had made her pussy more sensitive, it had made it hotter and tighter and now it shared slightly in the sensation it gave out when touched. Jon thrust into her hard, and again, and again. Ever harder, as passions built and climbed towards a mutual peak. Like rutting animals in a field they. "Sir, look!"There was an excited smile on my princess? face, one of those smiles that seem to go from ear to ear. It was early morning and I had just started working. She wore her white dressing gown, which had fallen open and the sides of her perky tits were showing. She typically wore only a dressing gown when home, so that part didn?t surprise me, also the fact that it was open was not anything new, there was not a lot of room for modesty in our household. In her hand she was carrying a.