There just isn’t a better word for it. He was humping her like he might a wanton harlot, like any man would if given a chance to be on top of a girl...like Cambria.This time was better than any before because Yuri no longer had to fear what anyone would think nor threats of arrest that had come in Kassan when it had been alleged he had touched a young girl. Hell, now he could not only touch this young girl, but he could freely fuck her every day and night without any reservations because now, it. ’ ‘I had her going once for an hour.’ ‘On a machine?’ ‘No, on a table.’ ‘And you didn’t come for an hour?’ ‘Yeah, something like that.’ ‘What are you, Superman or something? Viagra?’ She took a sip of water. ‘No. It’s not that hard if you can control yourself until your cock kind of gets desensitized. Then it’s a matter of fighting fatigue and getting in a steady, manageable rhythm.’ He paused. ‘And managing her pleasure.’ He watched her ponder what that meant and took a moment to adore her. . I struggle with the button of your pants, and you halt me. “Get on the bed, kajira” and I do so. I watch you undress hardly able to control my excitement at seeing you disrobe in front of me. I can feel my juices running down my pussy and soaking the bed beneath me. You walk over and grab me, lying down on the bed holding me. I am trembling, crying. You hold me, shushing me, soothing me like a child. I’ve missed you so much. I cannot control my hunger any longer and begin kissing. They giggled even more amongst themselves. I spent more time in class with my fingers in my wet pussy, biting my lower lip to stop me from screaming out, then school studies, and it showed in my failing grades. My panties would always be wet and soiled, throughout the day. Sometimes I would cum so hard, my legs would flick straight and I would kick the chair in front of me. It seemed because of my desire to get off, I was the butt of everyones jokes. Smell that, someones pussy juices are ripe..