..too many days with my fingers in my wetness...crying out with the heights of passion my fantasies took me to. Now I am here, in the middle of my own...fantasy, the one I created just for myself...you an always willing participant. God I love that...you walk in the door and you are mine. Fuck, that is so hot.I am driving into your ass, skewering you against the mirror, pulling your hips back against me, biting the back of your neck...feeling wild...deliciously wild. Harder, I thrust into. She never minded to all these. One day I thought I should go a bit further more I got up with a solid hard on, went to open the door as she tried to enter through, I stood on the way, completely blocking the way. She looked up at me and smiled. She put her hands on my waist and pushed to one side. I turned to one side and put my one leg in the way my hard cock trying to come out she put her hands on my thighs and looked up at me. I asked her how she would enter now. She slowly started moving. One time..." Fuck me." I found myself interrupting."Oh yeah?" He asked."Yeah. Fuck me. I want you to lay me on my back and jack hammer me." You want me to fuck your asshole?" He said as he got up and smiled at me. "Yes." I said with anticipation."You want me to fuck you like the faggot bitch that you are?" Yes" You want me to ram your asshole" Please ram my asshole."He was up now and standing next to the bed.I lay back on my back with my legs hanging over the edge of the bed. I point to the. The only issue, she told me, was that her young accomplice had held himself above her when they were in the bed together and she felt that it had not appeared authentic. She would tell him that such modesty was unnecessary and that he should consider the audience and the integrity of his performance over any other considerations. The Friday night performance was much like the previous night except, if anything, Sylvie received even more of a mauling from her male co-performers and the final.