Ask him what if you fool around a bit, then suggest he act like another guy fucking you, and let’s see what happens,’ she sentenced. ‘Do you lik... the idea?’ Her idea so clearly exposed stirred my fantasy and asked Blanche if she had ever tried something similar with her husband. ‘Now I have a monastic existence playing the piano, feeding cats and sowing seeds, but my life was quite different once,’ Blanche answered. She confessed to have had an agreement with her husband. He was a permissive,. The female psychopath is the deadliest creature on the planet. She’s ruthless. She’s remorseless. She’s manipulative. And she’s definitely not to be trifled with. Of course, ordinary men can’t handle the female psychopath. First of all, they’re not too bright. They cannot control their sexual impulses and the female psychopath manipulates them using sex. Oh, and they have something called a conscience. The ability to feel guilt. It’s something I’m not burdened by. I can do anything at all. "Fuck me, fuck me you dirty bastard, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"He does, with long deep strokes, each forward thrust bringing a cry of pain and pleasure from my lips, I'm close to cumming and I sense his own climax approaching, flicking my tongue into his ear, I whisper, "Get that girl Mark, get her for me darling"He moans and we cum together, I cling to him in ecstasy as he pumps spurt after spurt of hot creamy spunk into me to mix with the blood from my ravaged cunt!It's mid afternoon before. So I pull you over in front of me hiking up your tight dress a bit so you can straddle my lap. You sit down facing me and I put my arms around your waist, pulling you close again. My hands find your ass and I begin to caress your tight firm cheeks while we kiss some more. I kiss your sweet lips as your breathing increases, working my way down your soft throat, over your collarbone (a hot spot for my kisses) and down your breastbone until I reach the valley between your delicious full breasts..