The feeling was still incredibly intense, inside Geneva's body, but at least it wasn't going to be a one-minute ride. My confidence grew -- slightly.W... established a rhythm -- it felt as if we'd invented it, right there on the spot, but I knew better. We weren't the first, and wouldn't be the last. It was a dance as old as the human race, and we were in perfect step.Geneva's body was telling me that any misgivings she had been nursing about consenting to her first sexual encounter were. He stared down at her, his eyes full of concern but his expression a mask of calm. His large hands gripped her hips and pulled her back as he drove forward over and over again. Something inside her spasmed.“Holy… fuck,” she muttered, her hands clenching against the wall.“Are you alright?” he asked, pausing his pounding hips. It was obvious something was bothering him but she didn’t care right now. She needed this. She was close.“Harder,” she said, reaching back with one arm to pull on his. Mit meiner rechten Hand umgriff ich den dicken Prügel, der sich mir pulsierend entgegen reckte. Ich fühlte seine Hitze und die prall gefüllten Adern, die den Schwanz durchzogen. Es war ein ganz anderes Gefühl, als wenn ich meinen eigenen Penis berührte, es war ein aufregendes und auch erregendes Gefühl. Nachdem ich ein paar Mal meine Hand wichsend an dem heißen Stamm auf und ab bewegt hatte, rollte ich Marco auf den Rücken und kniete mich auf den Boden, so dass mein Gesicht genau auf der Höhe. “What a craven slut you are, letting a complete stranger plunge his cock down your throat.” I moaned with frustrated appetite and felt Alex’s movements becoming more frenetic. Maureen twisted my nipple, drawing another gagged moan from me and I sensed for all her quiet charm she had a malicious streak that excited me enormously. “He’s about to come in your throat, you undeserving whore. You better not waste drop,” she warned. She slapped my nipple over and over in time to Alex’s thrusting..