Lover: What’s up, slut?! Seems like you need a cock…I don’t know what had got in him too. Even in his drunk state, my lover never spoke to me li...e that. I nervously reminded him that it was I.Lover: Yes, I know it’s you, Simmy! I just felt like calling you a slut because you only call me when you need a fuck, like I am your slut…I knew he was telling the truth, but he was the only cock available at the time and I didn’t want to ruin the chance.Me: I am waiting for you in a sexy satin nighty. My. You kiss my chest and neck tearing off what remains of my clothes and I grab your buttocks plopping you down firmly again and again on my dick our bodies slapping together.I kiss your breasts and lick your nipples as you bounce up and down on my dick. Your perky tits bouncing as you grind me. I flip you over now, pulling your knees and waist into me positioning you so my dick rubs your g spot. I begin soft and build up pounding into you again and again whispering soft beautiful words into. “I’m Fiona by the way.” “Yes I know your name Fiona; your mistress has already told me all about you. You may not know this, but all the mistresses of the area stay in contact – just in case one of their own girls wanders away. Would you like a treat? Or would you prefer to watch your baby girl be teased and tortured?” asks Caitlin, her hand running along Fiona’s leg. “May I please watch Miss Caitlin?” asks the woman. Caitlin smiles, motioning to Becky as Emma sits next to Caitlin and Megan’s. The relief that she shared herself with me instead of me taking it all the way took the pressure off of me and I was able to just enjoy being inside her. Warm, wet, deep. She bit my tongue as it explored her mouth, probably as a reflex to the sensation of her torn hymen. She bit for less than a second, catching herself and relaxing her jaw. The pain of my tongue somehow got worked into the pleasure of being inside her. I felt that the bite was meant to be, as if I was to share in her pain, at.