Her eyes were filled with passionate fire. ‘I need you inside me. I need you inside me now.’ Marty let himself slide slowly inside her and felt he... shiver. ‘Say it baby. Say you need me to fuck you.’ He said stopping when he was only halfway inside her. ‘No…don’t stop.’ She cried clawing at him, trying to pull him deeper inside her. ‘Say it.’ He growled forcing himself to hold still. ‘I…I can’t.’ She whispered her cheeks blushing. Marty growled again sliding more of himself into her hot pussy.. Please give it to me harder,’ she said as she looked over her shoulder. The muffled voice behind the hood said in a pitch higher than the first kidnappers, ‘You want it Bitch. You want me to slap you hard? You cum Slut, I’ll slap your ass.’ And down came the whip. The leather straps hitting her harder still, so hard the woman grunted, ‘Ohhhh!’ Her eyes rolled back as her head tilted down. On her hands and knees now, she asked, ‘Oh God! Please fuck me. Somebody fuck me now! Please!’ The person. His best feature however is his perfect cock, which when erect stands at a glorious 7 inches and about as thick as my wrist with a gorgeous mushroom head. I just couldnt take my mind off him in the shower and the traffic was at a complete stand still. I felt a stirring inside of me and could feel myself getting wet. Ben is an extremely sexual person and knows exactly how to please himself which is something i love to watch him do. with the thought of him wanking planted firmly in my mind i knew. It was an American Indian story about anger, love, and the strawberry. The strawberry’s tartness reminds us to be careful of our words. The sweetness reminds us of the sweetness of love.Peter and Jillian reminded their guests that there was a late morning flight to be caught for Fiji. We stood, hugged and kissed the two departing couples good bye promising hospitality should they venture east toward us. They did the same for us. Gina seemed pensive as they departed. She was coming off a sexual.