I savored it. He buggered me with such passion. His balls smacked over and over into my taint. I kept whimpered, cooing as the pleasure surged through...me. So hot. So rough. So primal and naughty. My pussy dripped juices, the heat swelling in my depths, turning my cunt into molten lava.I bucked my hips up, my rump smacking into his crotch. I savored the sound, flesh meeting flesh. The sounds of fucking. Of being a whore. My bowels clenched on his dick, massaging him, pleasing him.“Please,. She jumped on top of me and guided my cock to her entrance. Then, she pushed herself on me and in on stroke I was fully inside of her. She bounced on top of me, fucking me as she promised. It was strange; she had never behaved like this before. Usually, when we made love, we had our own little ritual.Normally, she wanted us to lay there next to one another and stroke one other. Next, I would go down on her and then we would move into a sixty-nine. After she came, I would get on top and make. You were happy, weren't you?I nodded, and another tear came to my eye. Grandma wiped her eyes too.Our faces came closer to each other, and then we giggled.- You have no idea what you mean to me, Sam. Tonight, when I'm in bed,I am going to thank God for making me able to spend a little fortune onthis precious new girl in the family.- Did you like my new clothes?- I cherished your new clothes, Sam. But most of all I adored theperson inside them.- Aaaw, GrandmaGrandma held her hand in mine and. They went over a tolerably large ground-floor; a second floor consisted of a salon, a bathroom, and two bedrooms; near one of the bedrooms they came to a winding staircase that led down to the garden."Ah, here is a private staircase," said the count; "that is convenient. Light me, M. Bertuccio, and go first; we will see where it leads to." Monsieur," replied Bertuccio, "it leads to the garden." And, pray, how do you know that?" It ought to do so, at least." Well, let us be sure of that.".