I started to cry, be it from pain or pleasure I didn’t know. He took out his dick to give me momentarily relief before going back in. He did this a ...ew times and then resumed to fuck me hard. Soon both goons were fucking me from both sides; i could feel their cocks touching each other inside me. The other two goons who were jacking off grabbed at my breasts and played with my nipples, flicking the tip with their tongues .The pain receded and all that remained was pleasure.With quick darting. Her lips are wet and by now so is every inch of your cock. Her tongue is flattened out against the bottom of your shaft and it does this delicious little swirl around the head on every upstroke. You can feel the moment closing in: balls start to tighten up, an electric feeling warming your testicles and rising up your shaft, your brain starts to shut down as your prostate takes over all thought processes.It's your first time with this girl, so as you near the point of no return you do the. He was almost clairvoyant in his ability to guess where a target was going to be, once he was in a tactical situation. Almost. He was also the only person who'd actually seen the Gold Target, the man who was to be her next 'source'.The man in her basement medical suite – or torture suite, if you must be crude about it – had said he was a wet-back, a Mexican American, who was a former SEAL NCO, and had 'no body' – or maybe it was 'nobody.' Alpha One's description said he was Anglo and he. Getting out of the car, he came round to my side, clipping my wrist cuff to a snap-hook fitted at the side of the seat. Then back to his side to clip the other cuff in place on that side of the seat. Now I couldn't move my hands at all, so no more trying to hold on to some semblance of modesty.As we drove homewards, the dress rode up inevitably, gathering around my waist, and only just covering my wet slit. By then I was feeling so randy, I would have given anything to be able to touch myself,.