I never felt such force (and I had been with 4 other men at the time). His dick slammed into me over and over. I could feel his balls slap against my ...ussy as he fucked me into ecstasy. There would be no faking that night. Every ridge of him, the touch of his skin, as my legs wrapped around this man, I could feel every muscle tighten while he moved inside me. If it was cold that night, I had no idea and the only stars I saw at that point were the ones in my eyes as they continuously rolled. They went to movies, out to eat. The first physical contact left her shaking and afraid. So very afraid that 'she' would not find her appealing or what 'she' desired. It was a warm hug, and a touch of 'her' hand. Yet it was so intense that she quaked in feelings of wanting and needing more. Desires surfaced and it was all she could do to hide this. Then the moment they spent time alone in the dusk of the evening, sharing champagne, feeling the same things from one another, it was all like a. There were 10 bars to a bag, no more no less. Everyone was counting bars all day long, mostly in silence. Young Ania was sitting next to Krysta and across from her mother who sat next to Veronika. Krysta and Veronika, two middle-age women, always sat across from each other. Krysta had bleached-blonde hair and a cute turned-up nose while Veronika’s charcoal hair was turning salt and pepper at the temples. Ania could feel the warmth from Krysta’s body and her large thigh touched Krysta’s. Not now. Be docile, get these handcuffs removed, and then make the play.I can't wait to smack this bitch. All of them even. And then outta here."Look at me, sissyuseless," Mistress Chanazene said, quietly. So quietly. Mesmerizingly. John Phillips eyes rolled up, over the mahogany desk, over Chanazene's pert breasts, lean neck, swept red hair, to her eyes. And flinched. They were brimming with benign, casual evil, like tears ready to flood over with contempt. But at the same time, he thought, he.