It was good&hellip,soon she became accustomed to his rhythm, but was unable to work with him as she would have liked to, because of her posture agains... the headboard it was impossible. She looked down at the little man who was now standing upright gripping her knees, fucking her as hard as he knew how. Her body was racked with pleasures, tingling, with mild electrical shocks, his cock felt like a huge ramrod fully lubricated, spreading her pussy excessively on each thrust, the orgasm. That meant that I'd use the straightest logs I could find, shape them where necessary, and fill in the gaps with mud and/or smaller saplings. I worked out a design in my head, marked off the spot of land where I wanted to put it. Then I went to work on my crane; it would be primitive at best but essential to my building, since I had to do the work myself.I had cut and dragged down the three midsized logs for the crane when I was presented with another problem. For the last week, it seemed like. I was amazed at the intensity of what she had to be feeling. She had to be experiencing something even better than me. With each spasm of her body, her face changed, sometimes there was a look of deep concentration, sometimes a totally foreign, almost scary expression of hardness and commitment to what she was doing.I was still holding steady pressure into her, but suddenly, I guess from all the steady pushing of my hips I had kind of a spasm in my back and my hips thrust forward. I felt. She looked at me in fear but didn’t kiss back which angered me slightly but I ignored the urge to slap her. I pulled her away by her hair and slammed her against the couch in a sitting position as I looked into her eyes and began speaking.“First question are you a virgin?” She silently nodded as a response SMACK I slapped her right across her pretty little face and then grabbed her hair and I began screaming at her.“I asked you a god damn question I expect a fucking answer not a god damn nod or.