Beautiful. He's now bracing himself above you with both arms, his knees driving into the mattress. Your eyes are still closed. You're waiting for the...inevitable onslaught. He looks feral, animalistic, desperate to fuck. He doesn’t wait long. He pulls away from you and pounds back in, as hard as he can. You cry out and take it. Each thrust. Every withdrawal. He never slows. He never relents. He never pauses. On and on. Pounding away at you. Taking you. Fucking you. Using you. Or are you using. In contrast to the picture we all have of swedish girls Lena was neither blue-eyed nor blond; she had brown eyes, and brown hair…A slim figure, maybe 170cm high with 75B sized breasts. A cute piece of ass one could say, surely looking good in a business costume behind the counter at a law firm, but even better on her stomach, holding her heels, red faced, tear stained, with my now rock-hard member protruding from her pretty mouth.I grabbed her head and pushed deep. She let it happen, like a. I was on my second drink when she said:"You haven't mentioned it, but I am curious. What happened between you and Helen?" Another man." She run away with him or something like that?" No. I came home early one day and found her in bed with him." Oh poor baby. I know that hurts. That's how Phil and I ended. I can't say that I'm surprised. I warned her that might happen if she kept it up." Kept it up?" Seeing other men." Other men? As in more than one?" Three that I know about and I guess that I. The aroused man twisted slightly to permit his straining prick to snap upward, and he sandwiched it between their bellies. His tongue stroked and circled in Millie's mouth.Her brain turned numb. She retained enough strength of purpose to continue trying to push Pete away, but her efforts were foolishly ineffectual. Millie felt as if she were being sucked into some terrible whirlpool which was going to drag her down to destruction.Pete pressed her onto her back and peeled her nightgown up to her.