James had an urgency about him! He was intent on his pleasure and pushed further into my mouth hitting the back of my throat. Then he grabbed my head ...nd violently started fucking my mouth! He tilted my head back and thrust his hips forward burying several inches of his cock into my throat! I couldn't breath! My hands were on the back of his legs, but more there for supporting me than any urging him on that I might have done.James actually growled as he worked me over! I was stunned at his. She was entirely bare beneath. Her breasts hung like ripe pears, her mound hid beneath a flurry of golden curls and her teats were roused and her quim glistened. “Oh you poor thing,” I teased as I dismounted from my steed, “Your needs must be assuaged forthwith!” There was a barn, and a stone wall but my dander was up and I was not to be delayed, I pushed her gently against the wall and extracted my member.I spread her knees and as she hid her face behind her skirts I eased my swollen member. Craig smiled up at her, taking a second to look at her and then back at Maricela, who was putting her phone down by now. "Hey, Mr. Craig, do you think that maybe you can give me a ride?" said Maricela, smiling and showing her dimples like the cute girl she was. Her thin, slim frame sat straight. Sally suddenly felt self-conscious about her own body. Mr. Craig tensed a bit at the question. "I'm sorry, Maricela. You'll have to catch the bus." He gave the pass he. It was difficult to describe in everyday words, but the connection just sent wave after wave of maleness."Is there even such a word as 'maleness'?" he asked himself. "How else would I describe this? It's weird. It just feels like the essence of 'being a man' or something. It's not – caveman or macho per se – it's a feeling of assuredness, of being in control or something. I don't know ... a feeling of being self-aware and comfortable in my own skin. No, even that doesn't really sum it up. It's.