Ahhh…. it's just the right size."“The right size for what”“The right size for me.” Then she tries to start bouncing but I prevent it. Stacey...whimpers and adds “Please Sir…” and tries to kiss me, but I still prevent her from doing anything except grinding on me, fully impaled.“The right size for WHAT.”“For my pussy” she finally says.I have managed to get a hand on a very short ‘mini’ riding crop I had tossed on the bed earlier. “you may bounce on me now,” I say.I barely have that sentence out,. He is deeper than any man has ever been.The men tell him to wrap his arms around your thighs and lift. He does it. He lifts your legs over your head and thrusts down into you. His cock feels wonderful, his body hard and strong, his movements are perfect and he is tiredness. He drills into you hard and fast. Again and again, and again!! It’s wonderful, your body cries out to cum and then it does. Your hips rotate and your pelvis lifts and falls faster and faster and you cry out as the orgasm. Roughly six foot one inch.Around Louku came female laughter. Not a man apart from Louku was in sight. They all sat in a circle on top of cut logs, all around a large fire. Louku was denied the heat, causing his body to quake with cold. The women looked all quite strong,but still all beautiful. Their bodies were all hourglass shaped, their bodies sexy. Near them were tents. On these tents was a symbol. On every one there was a mark of a black rose, twisted horribly, but yet hypnotically.One. My boyfriend got down on his knees and began sucking my breasts.Oh, how, I was loving this new feeling inside of me.Nothing mattered... The whole world became dream like.I wanted this to last forever.My boyfriend and I were making hot love.. His hair was as dark as the skies and his eyes were as bright as the stars...He was eighteen and I was eighteen ...My very first time, I was a virgin; I was his virgin...I remembered all the stories my girlfriends told me about their first time...I couldn't.