He muttered something in a driven tone, looking at her with blazing eyes and then slid a strong hand under her bottom and shifted her beneath him in a...purposeful movement that brought her into contact with the powerful thrust of his erection. He was dominant and decisive, very much the controlling male, but Emma didn’t even care, all she cared about was that he do something about the desperate craving that was threatening to eat her alive.“Now” she begged frantically, and he positioned her the. They were through the gate now and stood almost directly under my window. I watched them all carefully, looking for something familiar. That was when I saw him. He stood talking to on of the MacPhearsons’. My heart stopped in my chest. He looked tired, from what I could see. It nearly radiated off his body. I hoped against hope and wished harder than I ever had in my life that I could only reach out and touch him. I put my hand up on the sill, wanting to reach out, but afraid to draw. The alternative was infinitely trickier. Abby had, over the last several weeks, demonstrated a grudging acceptance of submissiveness, just as he had reluctantly accepted the mantle of authority over her. They were at a delicate stage, he realized. He hadn’t wanted to leave home so soon after what was, by all accounts, the last session with Britt and Damian. He’d wanted some time with Abby to build upon the foundation that Britt and Damian had helped lay for them. He wondered whether the old. Miller demanded as Matt eased the rest of his engorged cock into her. "Oh fuck, it hurts," Mrs. Miller declared.Matt stopped and she reached around and dug her nails in his back and said "Keep fuckin going stud," as Matt started to pump again. "Oh shit, I didn't realize you were this fuckin big," Mrs. Miller said as Matt worked his way up to a steady pace. "Oh fuck! yes!," Mrs. Miller almost shouted as Matt picked up the pace. "Cum for me you mother fuckin stud puppy," Mrs. Miller demanded as.