The sensations are overwhelming. The desire to climax is becoming unbearable. You start to ride this cock feverishly. You are moaning aloud and bit...ng your lip. You increase the pace and depth of penetration. You are fucking this “man” harder and deeper and faster. You place both of your hands on the top pillow and lean forward. Your pace increases. Your orgasm is building. You continue to fuck harder and deeper. You feel your muscles squeezing the plastic lover harder and tighter. . I decided to humor him before he went home and cried to his cat in a lonely, empty apartment that I imagined he lived in. He handed me a cone, I didn't dare eat it. I half suspected he drugged it. "Why do you always dress like that?" he motioned to my jeans with rips and chains and black paint splattered on them, ratty old converse, and a shirt from a band I'd never heard of, and dark, dark eye liner. "Because I like it," I retorted. The truth. "Is it real?" he pointed to his nose. I felt my. " I don't understand, what do you mean you were wrong?" I wasn't wrong, but I had to be sure!"Slowly she explained, haltingly with many pauses as if unsure of whatshe was saying, she made herself clear. The incident of the day beforehad terrified her in a way that she hadn't known she could be. Theattack had come suddenly and she didn't know why it had happened andthen instead of allowing her to kill him, I had pulled her off of himand let him get away. She later realised that for all the. She was breathing heavily as she parted her lips and moved in. One of her hands moves to grasp my neck as the other holds my member. We kiss urgently and I start fingering her moist tight vagina. Both of our hearts are racing as she pulls me down on the blanket and parts her legs so my fingers have better access. She rubs my penis in a steady motion as I finger her hard with two and sometimes three fingers. She gasps and groans at the intrusion and roughness but her constant pushing against my.