I added two fingers and began to stroke up and down my open, wet slit. Faster and faster I rubbed. My legs strained to part further, hampered by the g...wn bunching around my hips. I tightened my grip on my left nipple, pulling and twisting it. I jammed my silk covered hand inside of me and sought my clit with my thumb. The very first scrape against my clit set me off. My fangs dropped all the way and I pinched my nipple so hard that it would have bled had I been human. I barely managed to. If you can’t make LIFE into ART, then maybe you’re not such a big shot ARTIST. HUH? If your brain was half as big as you think your prick is, you’d…’ Pedro did not want to hear the rest. He had been hearing it all day already. He could not believe the coarseness of the language from such chica linda, pretty girls. Why were they doing this? What did they say during confession? What would he say to his priest? Pedro Miguel Rodriguez Santos de la Garza had come to New York from Puerto Rico to get. Her neck remained strained and her eyes feasted on the reflection as she watched her arse hole flex obscenely as she forced the metal plug in and out. She moaned deeply, pushing and pulling faster and harder as her hands continued to maul roughly at her cheeks. With her smooth cunt screaming for attention, her body suddenly recoiled and she gasped involuntarily. She just managed to catch hold of the retreating plug before quickly regaining her composure. Realising that she didn’t have much. The sexual tension between Ashley and I have been picking up recently and it is only a matter of time before I finally get to feel her wet pussy wrapped around my dick. Even though I don't know what it feels like, I daydream about it while I masturbate to pictures of her. She has mentioned that she is going to go on birth control soon and that when we finally have sex, we won't even need a condom because she hates condoms as much as guys do. She says that until she goes on it though, I will.