"Owwww! You said." I lied" he grabbed her hand and forcefully pushed her hand in her butthole. He looked at her wrist and his cock's girth. Maybe he t...ought. Holding her hand in her ass. He guided the head of his prick at the tight young cunt. Her hand came from between her legs , guided the head splitting her lips wide apart, as he penetrated her, Krysta spread her legs further apart. "Oh god your big. I … don't … think..." Nonsense " he grabbed her hips and thrust in a few more inches. " I. Slowly moving, caressing and arousing her more and more. My soft licks on her sensual boobs and on her earlobes were giving goose bumps all over her body.I made her sleep on the bed and slowly sensually kissing down her body. My lips were feeling her navel and lower area. My fingers stopping by her already moist mound. I moved back my fingers and lips up her belly and up to her breasts. It wasn’t long before those supple touches turned to tender kisses.Her hands caressing my hairs and back. I like to role play. To me nothing is off limits role playing. I'm very submissive which is why most of my fantasies are about a burglar, intruder, a dark park even my father fucking me hard, pulling on my erect nipples, using nipple clamps a butt plug and cumming in my ass, face or pussy whenever he felt like it. My ex found this disturbing. What drove him away was when I wanted him to play out a r(a)pe fantasy, an escaped prisoner catching me nude after a shower biting me and fucking me over. What Cecelia heard, though, was really what amounted to very few of the words in that sentence. What she concentrated on was "week we've had." The importance of that was the "we" in the phrase, because her subconscious mind had been wanting there to be an "us" all along. When he lumped the two of them into that little two-letter word, something clicked in her mind and, suddenly, there really was an "us."It wasn't a paradigm shift in her thinking or anything like that, but it was a small change,.