‘Wondering what you’re doing wrong?’ I asked her.She nodded.‘I’ll tell you what you’re doing wrong. You’re a slut.You’re a whore. You�...�re a goddamn bitch good for nothingbut sucking my cock. Out there with your husband andyour job and your nice little place in society you’re hotshit, but in here you’re good for nothing but being a hole Ilike to fuck. So you don’t get to think about things for awhile. You don’t get to decide what you might like to do,little miss high-society bitch. You do as I. Say it!... Tell Daddy how much you like it, baby!" "Oh, God, yesss!", moaned the girl. "Christ, I love it! I love your big fucking cock!... Fuck! Jesus, it feels like a goddamn horse is fucking me!" "Not a horse, honey. Just a big, fat man-cock!", replied Ted with a grin. He began to move faster as his prick became well and truly lubricated by her abundant pussy-cream. His cock felt like a boa constrictor was wrapped around it, pressing it urgently and squeezing the very life out of it. But. -If you do, invite me if you can ahahaha-You’re so creepy!I read through the texts twice and then looked up at Emily with a big smile.“I like the way you ladies think,” I split the last of the bottle between our two glasses and then cocked one leg over the other, “Now tell me about Uncle Davey.”The woman was more than a little drunk, and the story poured out of her. A sexy older single uncle who’d watched them both for a summer. The girls each seducing the man and had a wild summer, each having. “What the hell are you playing at?” she shot at him harshly as he held her wet clothes from her skin crossly. He came out of the cramped confines of the cupboard and on seeing her alarmed expression he began laughing. He too was soaked through, his hair stuck to his head. Far more alarmingly though, his snug white polo shirt was now transparent, revealing every ripple of muscle that lay beneath. Tiny droplets ran off his face and she was once more struck by him. Far from being a childish boy,.