How does she compress time, to make me feel four dates in the space of a few hours on what is really our first date? How does she make time move as sh... wills it? She turns a closet into a root cellar, the inside of a closet into a farm house from a century earlier? How does she make time stand still, a three hour date turning into a full day, and yet each minute containing a lifetime? She commands time, it seems. She possesses magic.Does her magic allow her to see through my armour? Does it. I let out a cry. I was digging my own finger nails into my palms now! His hands firmly pulled my ass down on his cock. 'God your ass is so tight.' damn right it was, I hadn't had alot of anal sex and he was the only guy who had fucked it without lub. He was mercyless...pushing in so hard, and if I hadn't cried when Millsy almost chocked me on his cock, I was openly crying now. A hand slapped down on my arse cheek, burning spreading across my skin. The same hand reached around to my front, slid. He had no intention of rushing but instead savored the release of sweet honey that followed each tender lick across her quickly arousing flesh.Another soft moan filled his ears and made him smile. He felt her stirring and gave her pussy another long, drawn out lick. From the crevice between her ass cheeks to her wonderfully swollen clitoris, he tasted every inch of her. As he sucked the puffy nub into his mouth, Sarah’s fingers suddenly slid into his thick hair and held him to her.“God, Daddy,. Nacho felt a stirring in his crotch, and though he hadn't seen Rocco in months, Nacho hoped his friend hadn't planned a long visit. Always horny when he was hungover, Nacho hoped he could get a bit of privacy so that he could jerk off. As Nacho's mind wandered to the girls he'd seen out last night, Rocco began to describe his recent travels."It was great, man! I never knew how beautiful things could be out in the country. Nothing like Prague or St. Petersburg; it's amazing to get away from all.