He’d arranged her on the table. Days had turned into weeks of seduction- no- not seduction- nurturing- nurturing thoughts- planting seeds. He’d ma...e nuances turn to notions. Turn to fantasy. Then to structured thoughts. Then to precise, urgent, needs.Her nipples ache. Erectile tissue does its job, and in her personal midnight recollective cinema, she shudders as she sighs. She rubs her wrists. The marks have gone now, but phantom ropes still grip and bite her now, and that cunt Pavlov does his. I swirled it with my tongue and let my saliva dribble on it. All the while he stroked my head with great love. It started taking him in my mouth. I couldn’t take more than 4 inches without gagging. He made me stop and kissed me. Then he said lie down on the bed. I laya down. He pushed my legs up till they were almost near my ears. He said hold them here and i held on. I knew that my asshole was completely open now. He touched his penis tip to my small hole and started to play with my already. As fun as it sounds; with them it felt more like love. Even when it was more than one. They all said they loved me and even showed me how to do things back to them. These days it's different. Those greeting it back aren't a lot, and only a couple have mentioned love. Don't get me wrong--it's fun as hell just couldn't help but to notice the difference. Do you think I'm weird or strange for that? Is there something wrong with me? Am I confused? Or am I just hard wired different? I think. ”Without saying a word, he pulled her onto the bed beside him and got on top of her, maneuvering his cock into the mouth of her oozing cunt. Nancy felt the thitk, juicy meat glide deep into her drooling hole, filling very twitchinginch of ha. Then his open mouth covered hers and his tongue filled that cavity, while his hands squeezed her aching tits.Nancy went wild with the tempo of his tongue in – cock-out, cock-in, tongue out rhythm.with his hips pounding and slapping against her.