She felt a gentle hand guiding the delightfully cool glass as it pressed into her, a series of ridges in increasing size penetrating her rear passage ...ith deliberate slowness. The final, widest part of the toy was considerably larger than what she’d used all day and left her will a pleasant feeling of fullness quite different from the purple monster she’d had buried between her folds before. Moments after it hilted, it cooled, not to ice, but a simple refreshing chill that treated her. He was rubbing his thick, hard, sweet dripping cock head against my tight hole.“You can’t tell anyone.” He cautioned.“This is only ours.” I smiled and closed my eyes. “Just this, now, us…no expectations beyond…”I squirted something into his hand.“I brought lube.”His cock sounded so sloppy as he soaked it.“UUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”He thrust into me and I sobbed like a wounded a****l, yet I loved it.His cum gushed into me as he went in deep.I roared and clawed his back.I left. "If you don´t do it you are fucked" she explains with a sweet smile and the impulse to hit her beautiful face to a pulp grows inside of you.But the problem is, she is right. She has these horrible pictures of you and her mother. It was a mistake you knew it from the beginning, but the little shit has her good looks from her mom, that's for sure."I count to fife. If you don´t do it I send him the pictures," she says and shows your her mobile phone to prof her determination.It was only one weak. Her family lived in Birmingham, England. Her parentsbought a semi-detached home in a nice residentialneighborhood. The homes were the latest thing in their day. She was an only child. In every way she was an averagesandy haired blonde child. She was proud of her hair and keptit long. Because the hair would get damaged and the endswould split, she would have to trim it. By the time she wasfourteen it reached the small of her back. To earn a little spending money of her own Melissastarted.