Tearing off each other's t-shirts, they rubbed torsos and Roger sucked her magnificent tits. Thoughts of Lefty flashed to slow his climax. Hers built ...uick enough to let his cock bathe in her juices for a few strokes before adding more fluid to the saturated, lively, complicated, enrapturing, absolutely perfect little cunny."I can't wait until next weekend," she sighed lying beside him. He almost blew it by being confused. There wasn't going to be a next weekend with her or all this. He smiled. Natasha hoped he would be less aggresive if she gave way and did what he wanted, yet in a strange way she felt aroused by her own helplessness and the fact that this brute of a man was focused on her; it was as if her beauty had a****lised him and he wanted to posess her completely.''Open your mouth bitch,'' he was panting and to assist her he held her nose and chin pulling her pretty mouth open as far as her jaws would allow and thrusting the bulbous meaty head of his rampant cock inside. Her. The bed had gone unused as of late, most nights she would sit in front of the fire with a book, dreaming of what could be and drift off to sleep. As she glided across the room from the door to her chair, her robe let loose exposing her delicate skin to the cold chill entering via the balcony’s open door. She shook with a slight shiver and placed another log onto the fire. Grabbing a glass of wine, she had poured for herself just before her shower, off the mantle along with her book she sat back. She lifted up her black skirt, revealing her lovely crotch to me. She wore sheer and seamless pink panties. Through them I could see a silver plated clit ring protruding against the fabric. ?Oh god,? I gasped. ?I knew you’d like it,? she winked. ?I’m jealous?? I smirked. ?Soo?who corrupted you into getting these?? ?My girlfriend.? I was shocked at that statement. Of all the years I’ve known her, she has never told me that she was into girls, let alone even.