Ein langes Stöhnen aus tiefster Brust kommt von Dir oben. "Das ist nicht...du darfst nicht...nicht...". Aber ich lass mich nicht beirren. Ich lecke d...inen Anus, bohre meine Zungenspritze spielerisch immer wieder in Deine Rosette. Du kämpfst mit Dir. Es ist neu für Dich. Es ist schmutzig. Es ist unanständig. ... aber es ist einfach nur geil. Du hattest nie geahnt, dass Dein Anus so empfindlich ist. Meine weiche, warme Zunge fühlt sich einfach nur gut an.Ich nehme meine Hand zu Hilfe, und schiebe. “Your disrespect disheartens me Russ.”Russ looked down at the old warn hand and then into the woman’s eyes.“That is and has always been a choice that is yours to make.”Brenna flinched. Within the hollows of her heart, she felt concern for this man on the cusp of greatness. His words cut deep. His knife was sharp.Iona had no knowledge of what she had said in the height of her gratification. However, guilt did lay its claim. But, the one she pined for had no use for her. She belonged to no one. His fingers trailed down to my writhing stomach muscles and my hips pushed back against his crotch…wanting to feel his hard cock against my skin. I moved my hips back and forth…he got even harder. My lips tilted up in a slight grin, knowing it was me that made him horny as hell. As Stephen’s fingers sought my swollen clit, I got so hot I couldn’t stand much more. I leaned forward and put my hands against the shower wall, begging him to take me from behind. I wanted it doggie style so I could. Bartlettfollowed as her new friend kept walking downtown."So what did yours say?" Bartlett asked."My friend just lost her virginity tonight," her eyes glimmering, "and shewas fabulous."Bartlett felt her face turning warm again. "No really," the friend said. "I wrote that the woman about to pay wrote apersonal confession on her money, and I am jealous that I cannot see myselfwith enough clarity to do the same." Woman?" Bartlett asked."Yes, would you rather I say girl, or chick?" the words.