The texture of his skin is so different, emphasising the few years he has on me. The experience. That magnetic confidence, ably demonstrated last nigh... as I stood naked in my dorm room, his skin brushing mine while he manoeuvred me with precision, securing bonds against my quivering frame.He trussed wrists to my torso, patiently passed the rope around my midriff and criss-crossed the ends to accentuate my heaving chest and proud nipples. My heart hammered as he worked up further, our gazes. Was the spanking over I wondered? A shame I thought. “Of course Miss Julie. Shall I get up?” “No silly” she said, giving me a dozen or more spanks as though to emphasise the point. Not that that was necessary of course. “No, we can discuss it right here. In fact, I will introduce you to my hairbrush. Look here Jeremy.” I looked up and saw a wooden backed hairbrush with a large oblong head. I knew it wasn’t to do my hair and decided not to even try to make a joke. I just wasn’t in the. I seemed to be cumming after every few strokes. He is so BIG! My entire pussy was filled to the brim with Andrew Adkins. Any more would be wasted, because it just wouldn't fit into me. His size is the maximum I can handle and then some.It is so sexy knowing what Andrew has between his legs. I'm convinced that size matters only when you are being fucked by a huge dick. Then, believe me, size matters. When it isn't fucking me, I don't care what the size of a dick is. How shallow is that? Men as. “Don’t stop, honey.” She growled, her teeth sinking gently into the meat of my thigh, her lips warm and wet, her tongue both rough and soft. I continued, concentrating diligently, doing my best to get through the introduction and into the true heart of the story, my heart pounding in my chest, my blood pumping into my clit and nipples, making them insanely sensitive, especially when she started blowing softly against my already dripping pussy, her silky hair brushing against my skin,.