Я был романтичным и нежным и в отличии от них не интересовался футболом и мотоцикл...�ми. Я любил читать и смотреть мелодрамы и любовные истории, а на красивых и сильных мужчин смотрел с замиранием сердца. Так как я с детства считала себя девочкой, то повествование буду вести именно так.Один такой мужчина, был наш сосед по даче. Летом мы часто встречались и перекидывались дежурными фразами. Он конечно, как мне казалось, не догадывался, что я тайно вздыхаю по нему. Как то раз он приехал на дачу без. I tried to turn, to get away, but she'd planned _that_ too. My - her - butt was pointing up toward my body, helpless across the arm of the chair, and with no slack in the handcuffs, I couldn't move much. I heard myself whimper as she continued to touch. It was so wrong. I felt so cheap, so violated. But after the first couple of times she brushed her clit, I couldn't help myself. It felt _so_ good. She laughed and continued. And I continued to whimper as the unfamiliar sensations. I retrieved it and started teasing the outside of her pussy with it while I sucked on her swollen clit. MMmmmmm she moaned with a mouth full of dick. I was fantasizing about another man fucking her and it turned me on so fucking much. I was so fucking high that it felt like a dream. Slowly I worked this big dildo into her about 2. Fuck me she whispered. I proceeded to push that big mother fucker into her as far as it would go. I pulled it out about an inch and then pushed it back in slowly but. ‘Don’t you regret hitting me with that bucket though?’ ‘That was warranted!’ cried Abby. Before she knew it, she grabbed her pillow and used it to hit him on the head. ‘Ow! Pillow fight!’ cried Thomas. ‘Mercy, milady!’ ‘What need have you for mercy when your skull is made of concrete?’ asked Abby, but she put down her pillow anyway. ‘Well, yes, but the hair!’ cried Thomas. He tried to rearrange it, but only seemed to worsen the static. Abby suppressed her laughter. ‘Don’t worry about your.