Her ‘peaches and skim milk’ body and big grayish-black eyes were enough motivation for me to keep fucking.For the first time, the penis was not in...her control. A man’s fucking rhythm is uneven, with variation in speed, force, and angle. This new sensation induced another orgasm in her. Then without thinking, I pulled her hair and started fucking rapidly along with sweet talk in her ear.“Baby, you’re so sexy, be my bitch, and I’ll fuck you every day, baby.” This raw sexual flavor pushed her to. I often picked them up and smelt them and only put them down after masturbation. I think that was when i picked up this panty fetish. I loved each and every panty in the world. I also used to look at drying panties of my neighbor’s wife who wasn’t attractive but had nice torn panties.She also attended a lot of religious communions and spent a large part of her time in working with charities and other religious functions. Every morning, she used to bathe early and then after properly decorating. ” You comment, punctuating each word with a slap to my pussy. “Only a dirty little whore could get turned on from that. Is that what you are?” “Yes, Master… I’m Your dirty little whore!” I gasp out, hoping to ingratiate myself. You don’t reply, just roughly unbutton my blouse and pull it from me, dropping it carelessly to the dusty ground. You squeeze my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples until I moan with pain. Then You take hold of hair and drag me around to the front. Here he saluted, stating his name and his business. Taking one look at his dirty, worn clothes and his tired horse, the Black Shield passed him through and sent him on his way.He returned his two horses and made arrangements for Rayna's mare. With the heavy saddlebags draped over both shoulders, Stefan staggered into his regiment's headquarters and into the captain's office. Stefan was relieved to see a familiar face, but was also chastened by the wan look around the man's eyes. His eyes were.