.“I know you’re there.”Lucille gasped. “I was just...”“ ... Waiting.” Kanye smiled, looking in her direction. He knew where she was -- h... didn’t need his eyes to find her. “Come in.”“No.”“Fine.”“What do you mean by that?”“Next time.”“There won’t BE a next time!”“Okay.”“You’re kidding me along, aren’t you? You think...”“You’ll do what you think best.”“I think it’s best that I call Mr. Mattingly in the morning!”“What are you going to tell him?”“That we didn’t work out.”“He’ll ask why.”“I’ll come. I let his cock slip out of me, and turned so my bum was facing him, crouching down with my forearms on the grass, offering myself to him doggy-style. He got the message and knelt behind me, grasping my hips in his hands, his cock resting against my bum. Then, without any more hesitation, he rammed his cock back inside, going as deep as he could. Now I could hear the rhythmic slap, slap, slap of his balls against my wet arse, and put my hand between my legs to rub the hard little button of my. He freed his leg. I spread my legs. I found the sensation of the pain pleasurable, like I had transcended somehow. I moaned and spread them wider. Surely he couldn't resist the sight of my nice pink little pussy peeking out between my thighs? I heard him grunt. He smacked harder. My eyes watered. I gave out a sob/moan that filled up the room. "Hannah," he gulped. "Close your legs." "It helps with the sting if I can move them a little," I said innocently. "The time is almost up." I lay there. Diane was loving the sight, Paul was breathing shallow, and she was only just keeping him on the edge of climax. Then she brought her lips back to his cock, and opened her mouth wider. She took in the throbbing head, and then pushed on further, as more of his shaft filled her. Eventually, she felt the wisps of his hair on her nose, and began rocking her head slowly. Paul couldn’t take this, almost shouting ‘Jesus Diane, you’re gonna make me cum!’ She slowly slid her head backwards off his.