You do that while I get us another beer,” Amy said, getting up and heading to the kitchen.I watched her bend over to get the bottles from the bottom...shelf of the refrigerator. Her ass looked just like her mother's had, firm, tight, squeezable,... Wait a minute! This could be my own daughter! I mentally smacked myself and made my phone call.“So, I'll call you before lunch and explain better. Talk to you then,” I said, hanging up as Amy handed me a fresh beer.She sat on the couch, her legs. The best understand how their traits work with or against one another, and how they relate to that person’s sex life. Making your reader hard or wet is the first step. Anyone can write, “and then he thrust hard and came inside of my pussy.” Yawn. This is one end of the scale: making your story just about the sex. Maybe if you’re really good at writing the sex scenes, you’ll get a lot of viewers that come to your story looking to get off. Then after they’ve finished, they’ll close the tab in. She gasped and began to play with her nipples, massaging her tits, bringing first one then the other up to her mouth to suck on them and bite the nipples. When she came, she was quiet – she lurched forward, grabbed Bob’s legs, and a seismic shudder ripped through her body. Her thighs clamped around his face, and her nails dug into his legs. She pushed her pussy so hard against Bob’s face, he briefly thought he might suffocate. When she was done, she rolled off of him, her head at his feet, and. Again I murmured a consenting sound.“Are you sure, boy, because I’ll show you no mercy?” he warned, as his finger firmly commenced spearing into my backside.“Mmm,” I moaned, with pleasure.Nervous as I was, I reflected upon my earlier foolish reticence in meeting these two guys. I was caught up in a sensual wonderland as my two handlers manipulated my body, and with Wally in the mix, I knew I was going to receive the fucking of my life that day.Virgil’s mouth now moved to the side of our joined.