She started moving on him and anticipating his thrusts. Allan began to push into Glenda even harder, and in a couple of thrusts, his balls were happil... slapping her clit.Allan was horny, and he needed to come. Her hot clamping cunnie only encouraged him to flex his hips. He could hear her sobbing quietly between her soft moans and her “Stupid bitch” chants as she castigated herself for responding.Allan smiled. Glenda might not have wanted him to approach her this way, but she was not immune to. I don't particularly care for it. It's too lonely."She muttered from the bathroom as she rummaged, "Well, you're right about that. It can be very lonely sometimes. But sometimes it helps. It helps me. Sometimes."I said, "Talking about it while I'm posing doesn't help."She said, "I know, and thinking about it while I'm drawing you doesn't help me, either." She came out of the bathroom and into my view, holding a hand towel and a small, opaque white, glass makeup jar, and a box of kleenex. She. Then, ever so slightly, his finger went into my hole. He twirled it around but didn't go deep enough. He then said, "I hope you don't mind me doing this, but this is how my dad taught me to take a shower and make sure everything was clean." I told him it was a good idea.Down the back of my legs he scrubbed and scrubbing and massaging my feet. He turned me around and my cock was bouncing up and down. I thought for sure he would say something. His face was about an inch and a half from my. She would spank relatively softly for a few strokes then really lay one on. She would vary the tempo from several right in a row to long pauses that almost made me wonder whether or not she had stopped. Sometimes she struck from the right and then she would evidently backhand my ass and come in from the left. She made it impossible to anticipate what was going to happen next.I could feel the intense pain, but I knew that within and beneath that pain lay a tantalizing level of pleasure. I closed.