“It’s the latest iPod,” he explained. “It’s kind of like a phone, but it’s for playing music. I went ahead and loaded a bunch of stuff on ...here and started a Spotify account for you, which is a way to listen to new stuff. The record player is fun and all, but you can use the wireless earbuds to listen to your music wherever.”He gave her a brief rundown of how everything worked, and she tried her best to follow. She had been asleep for so long that the latest technology was like magic to her,. ”“It could be. If I take you in that house I’m not going to be gentle. Not today. I only have enough control right now to walk away.”“Would you hurt me?”“Maybe. I don’t know what I’d do.”She whispered, the breath from her speech entering my mouth. “You’re trying to scare me. It won’t work. I trust you. You can hurt me.”She put her hands on me. I’m not rocking a six pack but under my softness, I have a bit of muscle. I’m heavier than I should be but not fat. She ran her hands over me smiling.. She blushed as she realized that he had discovered the truth about her anticipation. She just couldn't help herself. The prospect of being his fuck-toy was too much to resist."I'm not sure which of us wants this more, Natasha. I hope that you can pace yourself a little and fully enjoy tonight's fun, though. I hope that both of us cum repeatedly, of course," he declared.Gavin then seized Natasha, lifted up her skirt, and spread her ass-cheeks. He slid his fingers in her pussy and along her. Then jet home as quickly as I could. It was like a race going down the stairs to the basement, pulling my kicks off, and huffing on them like a d**ggy huffing glue. I would take deep whiffs, inhaling my own foot funk. It got better throughout the year as the sneaks got more and more dirty, and thus more and more stink. My jeans would come off quickly—then flat on my back with dick in hand. Pulling hard on it's massive 9”, well---massive for a freshman, rite ? Pulling with my right fist, with my.