He could feel her without touching her and it felt precious, untouchably precious. Her hand was resting on the windowsill and he wanted to grasp it. H... didn’t. He looked at her nails, the rings on her fingers. Everything about her brought back racing feelings of desperately insatiable hunger. Her dark hair was pulled up into a loose braid and her eyelashes looked disarmingly delicate.“You look at me too much,” she said unexpectedly. “I used to think all boys must do it but it was only you.” She. Then I slipped my prick into her pussy and rammed it deep in one thrust. "God! Oh, fuck. Aww! Peter, Peter. Fuck me, Sir." She could barely speak as I pulled harder on her tresses and jammed my cock deep into that pussy. Harder now. So fucking hard, because I needed this pussy. This was my fucking pussy. And she grunted with each hump of my hips feeding my thick prick into her juicy, sticky pussy. Rutting like an animal now. Taking what I wanted. And giving. Giving her what she had begged for. His hand returned to under my skirt. He ripped off my tiny thong and tossed it aside. Then, unceremoniously, he shoved two fingers into my wet pussy. I yelped but quieted down when he looked at me. “You’ve got a little tight cunt for a whore” He said, shoving his fingers even deeper. I could feel my pussy dripping with excitement as he pumped me…Suddenly he changed his position and his cock was right in front of my face. He was holding my arms down on either side of my body. “Open your slutty. Still, the action leaves me helpless with joy. Once Gemric has his ball inside me I can suddenly feel my sphincter tighten. I cannot stop this and would rather die than do so if I could. It is the locking, what ever females lives for. Locking is delightful for the male. He feels my sphincter squeeze him between his ball and the base of his penis where he is sexually sensitive. He slides back and forth, further exciting this finely tuned part of his anatomy. But every time he reachings.