The sound of it was more brutal than the reality. He looked into her eyes, his dark gaze heated with desire. "Are you sure you want to know the answer...to that question?" His hand gripped her by the neck, but his free hand was already gently playing with her nipples…skimming across her breasts…sliding down her smooth belly to cup her sex with its light dusting of pubic hair. "Who do you belong to, Anya?"The girl's blue eyes flared desperately. "You, Master. I belong to you." As if to reward her,. It feels surreal being in public after a pandemic. Being isolated from society plays with the mind. When was the last time I’d seen a real woman, other than family? Now I’m in a restaurant where women abound. With the sight of breasts and the smell of estrogen, I excuse myself to pull one off in the restroom.I’m mid-stroke when I hear a voice, “What cha doin’ mister?”I look up and see a petite girl, gathering from her long hair and clothing she’s about sixteen years old. My mind has frozen in. "OH fucking God," Ashley said. And she shoved her hips upwards, shoved her ass in the air, buried my face between her legs, squeezed tightely, and drenched my face as she came all over my fucking face.It was so goddamn sexy I couldn't control it.Ashley fell back to the floor. I parted her legs, got on my knees, and I entered her."Oh God," Ashley said with a gasp.I slid my dick all the way inside her teenage pussy. And I felt her do it again.She tigthtened up. She gasped. Squeezed. And she said. Fleshjack. Pocket pussy. It has many names, and to fleshlight lovers I'm known as a "frequent flyer." That is, I use it regularly. And often. I discovered the fleshlight several years ago and was immediately drawn to it. A tight hole is something I've never been able to resist, and when that hole is also always ready and always willing, I'm helpless. I love fucking the fleshlight because I can make it just about me and my needs. With the fleshlight my pleasure and my fantasies control, and my.