“Fuck my ass. Pull my hair. Fuck my ass. Pull my hair” Carrie repeats in breathy passion.And you do. Thrusting your manhood deep in her tight assh...le, pulling her brunette locks, so her body is arched with one hand. With the other you reach around her thighs and rub at her clit.And then, as with every time you fuck, Carrie cums, quickly and intensely, quicker than you even. Her whole body tenses up. She howls.“Yes, fuck my ass, pull my... cum... I’m cumming... I’m FUUUUUUCCCKKKKK. Can contact me through Privacy is guaranteed 100%.You can share your views and comments at I apologize for the mistakes in this story. And thanks for those who shared their comments for my last story. Those who didn’t visit my previous stories just type hertb in the search box, you can check it there. Comments are welcomed.Coming into the incident. It was our final year and all set for campus preparation and placement. My ex and I decided to prepare together as each one is good at the. I didn't continue long because I didn't want James bursting yet; we still had more to go.James went back to my cunt. He removed my panties and I spread my legs. I knew what he was about to do, but he still took me by surprise. "Oh, fuck!" I yelled.Mike would never eat me out, even though I blew him regularly. James knew how to do it. He was soft and gentle, yet he could still make it seem rough. It was the way he moved his tongue. I could barely take it.He lifted his head and looked at me. As. The sensual ones are what haunt me the most and make me feel the most shameful. I have spent many hours reminising about all of the fantasies we used to play through, remembering all the ways his words would send a fire throughout my body. All the while slowly killing myself with each memory that I dredge up.I recalled, more recently, a reverie of how we made love on a piano. One of my favorites. I remembered how he described every detail of how he would pleasure me with his tongue and it only.