After catching my breath and my knees stopped shaking I knelt on the wet love seat pulling down his underwear. I could not believe what I saw. His coc... was huge. I am not good at guessing measurements, but I could confidently say he was no smaller than 9 inches long and I could not wrap my fingers around him. I looked up at him. He was looking down at me with a huge grin on his face.Stroking his long hard cock I licked the head of his cock, teasing him and thinking to myself how there was no. After Marion was happy with the state of Luke’s cock and her pussy; she once again spun herself around and very slowly impaled herself. Somehow, they both knew before they started that tonight was going to be a night for long, slow, passionate long making. As Marion would slowly rise and fall on Luke’s cock, she worked him with her Kegel muscles. After some minutes of this, she spun around while still impaled and went reverse cowgirl. She liked this because she could lean back against. " I purr, "We shouldn't." I tease. "We should," he groans. His fingernails scrape up the outside of my legs and when they reach the hem of my dress he pulls it up and around my waist. My breath catches in my throat but I mange to croak out, "Tell me you want it..." He chuckles. "I want it," he says. "Tell me you need it." "I fucking need it!" "Beg me," I whisper. His breath is hot on the back of my neck as he leans forward and whispers in my ear, "Please, Leah. I'm begging you... I need you.... . but I didn't care. I wanted to be used. "Ya, that's it bitch boi," he chuckled... there it was, my favourite nickname... He fucked my face, going deeper and harder when he realised his fag boy wasn't putting up a fight. He had won, dominated me. And I was accepting. It felt good to be used; to be treated like a whore. I wanted more. I wanted to taste his balls. "Grkhhcan guuhhh I suuukkfff yougbaawwwwllsss" I muffled through his thick cock, constantly pressed in the back of my throat. Mr. UPS.