Her cunt welcomed me with humidity and warm, without resistance, or at least I had that feeling. Her skin stood on end, or my imagination wanted to se... it that way. She moaned, or my ears deceived me. But even if reality was just a point of view, I went inside and outside her like in the old times, accelerating step by step the rhythm until I fucked her with all my strength.When the pace of my charge began to decay (because of the age more than the will), she broke out my hold and she knelt. She was a long, talldrink of water in one of those flower-child floor-length skirts and a halter top that, well, seemedundernourished in the cups. The hair was long andblonde — but a shade dark enough that I didn’t thinkit came from a bottle, especially given the reddishhighlights. The face was, well, plain — a littlerabbity with buck teeth and freckles and not enoughchin to keep it from being just slightly pouchy. Shewas about as different from Mona as you could get. What fun was it to be on camera, if she couldn't look like a tramp? Taunting the world with her body was such a rush. Fortunately, she had learned a few tricks in the business. It wasn't hard to win arguments. You just had to know what buttons to push. Literally. She undid two buttons on her button-fly shorts, and pulled up the pink thong underwear so that the top was visible above the already super-low belt line."No, Krysti. Please try on something else." But Krysti wants it sexy." She said.. He moves me so my head is on the pillow and then places the bullet on my clit and tapes it in place leaving it on low. He then lays in bed next to me, when he soon I hear him start to snore realizing he had fallen asleep, leaving me to lie there with the continuing vibrations of the bullet. My body tortured and squirming all night as he sleeps the while night. In the morning when he wakes he first plays with my nipples then he pushes 2 fingers in my sopping wet pussy and finger fucks me till I.