His thrust were getting faster inside me. Mi.mike…oh it feels so good. He flipped me over onto my stomach. His hand scooped under me making me get t... my knees. In one swift movement, his cock was back inside me. My fingers gripped the sheets of the bed. My head tilted back as his thrust threw me forward. I felt his fingers run in my hair. He gripped my sandy red lock pulling my head back. Let me have you in every way. He commanded. Both us rocked with passion, lust and the brutality of it all.. With a groan matched by yours I lean forward, feeling your pussy yield and spread as my broad knob bulldozes up into your grotto. Your snatch, wet and slick, feels almost cool against my overheated cock as I sink deep into you until my tight, shaved balls nestle in your arse crack. For minutes I remain motionless, resting against your hips, savouring the glove-like grip of your satin-smooth snatch on my swollen shaft, until with a little flick of your hips you whimper “Come on baby, don’t hold. I knew that I was in good hands and just let the tears flow. I don’t know how long I was there but eventually I got up and drove home. I knew I had to talk with Britt, regardless of the outcome. I pulled up at the house and saw Britt’s car there. The front door of our home flew open and Britt came running out crying. I stepped out of the car as she wrapped her arms around my neck. ‘I didn’t do anything, Peter, you have to believe me. I didn’t do anything. Please let me explain. Please, I love. “Let one of the others look after her.”I pecked Sean on the cheek and closed the car door. It was nearly dark when I got to the gym. I was in my powder blue soccer shorts and tank top, the larger size that are issued to counselors. I was admiring my shoulders and triceps when Becky walked in. She was in her sweatsuit and pigtails, but she wasn’t wearing her glasses. “Hi Megan,” she said. “You look really hot in that outfit. Nice delts.”“Thank you, Becky,” I said. “And I appreciate that you have.