This is so weird. The logical part of my mind says this is crazy: Wanting to fuck an old white man, but I do. Do you think he wants to fuck me?’ Ann...replied: ‘No, he doesn’t want to fuck you. Instead he would very much like to make love with you. The act seems the same but the intention and the vibration is very different. I want to share something with you. In India they sometimes use the word ‘yoni’ for the female sex organs. Yoni means ‘sacred place.’ When you two were making out I was in. “I’m gonna cum!” he shouted. I moaned, only to have it muffled by him stuffing his cock deeper into my mouth as it started spurting his cum into my throat. Ready for it, I gulped it down like a pro. His thrusts became short and deep as his pumping slowed. His soft sticky cock fell from my mouth as he fell backwards on to his back, covered in sweat. I slid down, resting my head on the bed letting the blood dissipate from my face as I caught my breath. “Fuck, I’m gonna miss this for the next. Would you still be a good girl in their eyes?" No," she sobbed."Stop crying. This is a party. Everyone is having fun." I don't know how to do a striptease." She had to get out of doing this."Yes you do. You've seen it in movies. I want you to do it real slow and sexy. Make the guys watch your every move." Kelsey..." I'm tired of you arguing with everything I say. No more. I expect you to do whatever I tell you to do without disagreement. If you want to stop just say so. I don't care. I'll just. I kissed it, leaving a trail of moisture that led away from her nipple. I watched her hot skin react to the cool dampness, her nipples extend further, harder. I held her breasts in my hands and pressed my face into them. She caressed my shoulders with her fingertips, ran them through my hair.I looked up and our eyes locked. Silently she slid down the wall, just a little, just enough to reach into my shorts and take hold of me. My skin tingled. She began to stroke me, gently."Is this... Bradley,.