I could tell from her moans and encouragement that she was truly primed and He could have gone faster and harder, but He was making a point: He was in...control. She reached her hands down to play with her clit and he slapped her face. Another proof He was now in control -- He had never hit her in the 4 years we had been playing together. Long strokes all the way in ("AAGH!") and back out, finally all the way out, then back into her gaping ass until He could go in and out totally without. ”I looked behind me, no queue. No one, no nothing at all. A few clouds, maybe, far off in the distance, but definitely no queue behind me.“I can’t see no queue.” I told The Voice, with an element of challenge. I was fast becoming one dissatisfied Customer.“Well, you wouldn’t, would you?” The Voice was really getting tetchy, now, “Mr Russell Charles Atkins, who prefers to be called Charlie.”“Why wouldn’t I see a queue, Mr Human Reception, formerly known as St P?” Two can play at that game.“Say. And now that she was doing it, she could never quit. She was hooked. She'd always be wanting a big hard cock in her cunt, pounding away and driving her to body-wracking orgasms. She wouldn't get enough fucking if she lived to be a hundred."Unnnhhhh, Daddy, fuck me real hard," she moaned, "as hard as you can."Ben didn't mind that assignment at all. He was aching to pullout all stops and let himself go. He began to fuck into her like a jackhammer, and he felt her petite body shuddering beneath. ..he thinks to himself.The door squeaks kind of loudly as Aron opens it. Looking around at what would be his room until he left for college....which he was looking forward to very much at this point. Just like every other room in the home it had wooden floors but it had deep purple colored wallpaper. It must have been a girls room at one point. He is thankful that his dad made all of the moving arrangements though. All of his furniture was already in his room, as he sit's down at the edge of.