Long and thick and limp. “ Should I dress?” he asks. Dear god, no. He laughs and I see them. Fangs. What are you? He approaches the bed. His s...ndy blonde hair pushed to the side. His eyes dark and sunken yet gleaming with the flickering flames of the candles on tall stands pushed back into the corners of the room. “ I am yours, of course. As you are mine.” His words are soft. His accent melts me. I can feel the wetness between my legs. “ I am sorry for the harshness of our last meeting.. She had gotten it for a friend's wedding, it was a splurge and she was glad she was having another chance to wear it."Mommy?" Fitzroy walked into the room as she was struggling to zip up the back. "Where are you going?" I'm going out to dinner, baby," she told him, picking him up and setting him down on her bed, "What do you think?" Mommy looks pretty," he told her happily, clapping his hands.Heidi stared down at him. She loved him more than anything else in the entire world, but was she. Whitmire is quicker, once again lunging forward. And as Doug manages to slip the pistol from its holster, Whitmire grabs his wrist and slams Doug’s hand against the wall until the grip is lost.Doug swings with his opposite hand toward Whitmire. The junior agent blocks the attack easily, but yet not expecting the knee to his groin. Whitmire doubles over and Dough immediately grabs the traitor’s head, slamming it into the wall. Whitmire drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes with a moan. Doug. Eventually I was sliding in and out harder and harder until she began to scream and squeeze my back tightly with her firm, young grip.We fucked and fucked and fucked. In between of catching our breaths we would kiss and suck each others tongues. I would insert three fingers at a time inside her and apply hard pressure onto her G-spot. She would grimace with delight but beg me to stop - the sensations were too intense for her while she was standing. Begging me to continue to fuck her, I did. I.