"Mira's pretty young face contorted in pain, but she opened her mouth and cried out, "Thank you for fucking me, Sir. Thank you for plunging your super...or Arab cock into my wet pussy. I love being fucked by Arab cock. AAHHH…OOOHHHH. Please, fuck me. UGH!!"The rebel fighter kept plunging his stiff manhood into the girl's exposed sex, her continued grunts and cries filling the room like sweet music to his ears. He continued fondling her aching, abused cunt, which was still raw from being slammed. The sexual attraction was nearly overpowering – the pheromones seemed to be working overtime, all the time – but I was a mere bank management trainee trying to get through the branch teller segment of the training program and Dorothy was a member of management at the branch. Neither of us wanted to jeopardize the other’s reputation and career. Looking back, the episode in my teller station Monday afternoon had been impulsive and risky, but since then we had been very careful about our behavior. ” I tell you. We’ve goofed around before as guys. I look so delicate right now, but you know what I can handle and you let go of your inhibitions. You pull my shorts aside and bury your face in my pussy. Licking it. Biting my cheeks. Spanking me. I’m dripping. You grab my ass with both hands and go to town on that pussy. It tastes good. It smells sweet. It’s everything you wanted it to be. You want to fuck me from behind and shove my face down. I want that too. You rub your dick up against my. She was 16 at the time and I was only 21. I had to drop out of college to get a job and take care of her. She took it pretty hard but we got through it together. It had been a year since she had moved in with me and I hadn't had any time for other women in my life. My 16 year old sisters body started to take the shape of a woman and I couldn't help but notice. Especially when I had to take her clothes shopping and she would try on bras. She would pile my arms full of sports bras and lacy ones.