Up and down. Very slow and very fast. Deep down deep throat and using my hand. I wanted his dick to get super wet like my pussy. I began feeling him ...ove his hips to fuck my mouth. I began tingling and started to leak my juices in my boy shorts. I felt him grabbing at my shirt, bra and pants. At this point I’m cursing silently for wearing a thermal under my shirt. I wish I didn’t have it on so he can unsnap my bra and feel my nipples and suck on Mona & Lisa. Yea, I named my breasts after the. I noticed her breathing slowed to a more normal pace.Slowly she said. "I know that voice."She spoke with a British accent that I didn't notice in the warehouse. It sounded upper class, as if she was someone out of those old movies about Victorian age England.Her eyes opened fully, and she looked at me.They were sparkling green. Like a field of grass during a bright spring day."It's you." She said weakly. Her lips played upwards into a slight smile."I'm glad you're here ... maybe the headaches. "So I am a sweet dessert?" "Definitely sweet!" I said."I have a question?" Eden prompted.I shed my boxers and stepped to the toilet. I was stiff from being aroused by this sexy little thing, but I needed to relieve my bladder so badly. "Yes?" Is it weird that I want to taste your pee? Sometimes, when I am alone, I put my legs up in the air against the wall and I pee and see if I can get in my mouth. Usually I just get all over myself, but I like that too. Not as much as when I get it in my. My mouth would not stretch any further around it as my jaw started to hurt.I finally gave up as I said, “Fuck me with that fat cock.”Paul picked me up and he tossed me onto the sofa and climbed between my legs. He grabbed my legs and he pulled them apart as wide as they would go then placed them upon his shoulders. Paul never left go of my legs as he lined his fat cock up with my pussy and he shoved it in as deep as it would go as he entered my pussy.“AHhhhhhhhh shit,” I moaned out as his.