"Harder... fuck harder, Mike!" she screamed in her desperation.Mike clutched the cheeks of her ass and fucked his heavy young cock in up to the hilt..... and she realized with disappointment that it was too short. She groaned in frustration and splayed her legs wide out over the bed to give him greater access, but it was no use. In a year, perhaps, he would be long enough... but she needed it right now... at that moment! His jerking cock pistoned into her unceasingly, bringing gasps of lust as. From his point of view, her dress probably showed off a fair amount of cleavage. I watched his eyes dart to her creamy expanse and up again. “What can I get you to drink?”I sat there staring at him, feeling a touch of anger boiling up inside me. I didn’t like him looking at Danielle like that, not at all. I realized I had my hands balled up into fists. I blinked, relaxed my hands, took a deep breath, and let it out. I had to calm down. The last thing we needed was for me to make a scene in her. ”“I heard you asshole,” was Kristina’s reply as she put all her strength behind her strokes.“Stop it you crazy bitch, you’re hurting me!” Phil yelled. “I’ve had enough, untie me now!”Kristina laid the flogger down and went to the head of the table. She grabbed Phil by the hair and yanked his head up. They were eye to eye.“What’s the matter. Is somebody hurting you and won’t stop when you ask them to? Sound familiar? Like when you rammed your cock into my ass when I said no!” spat Kristina. It. ’ She shifted her weight to her other foot and crossed her ankles. ‘I’ll let the doctor know that you’re here.’ ‘That’ll be fine.’ She glanced again around the empty waiting room. Kimmie choose the seat that let her keep her back to the wall and watch the stairs, the desk and the entrance the doctor’s office all at once. Wild Bill Hickok style, or was it Buffalo Bill? She absently prodded the stack of magazines. Newsweek. A too-thin, too-flexible woman doing yoga on the cover with a silly.