"Oh yes... fuck.... yes.... yes..... yessss,!" she cries wildly. Rutting against me, I feel her reach for the side of the desk, stationary knocked to ...he floor in rampant need. Thighs tensing, her moans blur into one constant moan as I suddenly feel her let go, the waves of ecstasy crashing over her as her pleasure reaches a crescendo. And then that moment when I claim her, pushing her finally over the edge into the inky abyss, mind and body submitting, lost to her orgasm. It's the most amazing. He finally reached down and stuck his dick inside of me with one long slow thrust. I yelled loudly from the pain, my ass was still not used to taking big dicks. Once he entered me, he stayed still for a second letting me get used to his size. ‘Please fuck me Jamal!’ I say losing all control of my mind. He heard my call then started ramming up in me. ‘OH SHITTTT… Oh Shit!!…. Oh FUCK!!… OH God!!!… FUCK ME!’ I yell. ‘God damn!’ Jamal yelled hearing and seeing a whole new side of me he never saw. "We are Ladies of the cross not bloody doe rabbits you stupid little bitch, I mean my child." The Mother Superior continued, "What do you mean slow" Steam Fucker is ten times faster than that." Don't lie in the house of god, child." It does 60 thrusts per minute, in and out." Child, we shall proceed forthwith to expose the untruth of your assertations."She rang a small bell very loudly. An ugly old trout in a Cassock stuck her fissog round the door."You wanted summat?" she queried. "Sister. Bob Blobluto aimed the spit valve at the end of the slide of his Salvation Army BB flat contrabass trombone at the “Hills Brothers” coffee can on the floor, depressed the spit valve and blew into the instrument. A stream of spit splished into the nearly full coffee can.Bob Blobluto knew he should call Richard Widemouth and tell him the can was full. Bob Blobluto figured he would jack off soon. He marveled at the design of the spit valve on his Salvation Army BB flat contrabass trombone. The.