" - "You're alright.." - "You're acceptable..." - "Holy Jesus' last shit, I didn't know we had a bitch in a camp full of dogs! What kind of fuckery is...this?! You wear a size Small and I STILL don't see shit down there!"Her eyes flared in rage at the sight of the unacceptably sized manhood that stood.. erect.. in front of her. She thrust her hand forward and grabbed him by the balls to make sure it was indeed a dick, looking up into his eyes with a look of utter rage and disbelief. The man could. It was the last thought that got to her. She wanted it to happen again — she needed it to happen again — and so, with an inner cry of anguish, she let go of Henry's cock and moved over him. She used her right hand to guide him into her and then she gave herself over to him.Janice was hooked. Three hours on Henry's bed and she was hooked. She couldn't believe how quickly she had turned into an absolute slut. What had started out as a simple hand job had turned into the strongest session of sex. I hadn't had any sex since the girlfriend went back to her home state, so each day consisted of typically two jack-off sessions. That was when the text came in. From Sue. "Hey." I wasn't sure what to say back, so I simply responded, "Hey" back. "I have a question... but idk how to ask it..." the text read. "Well," I replied, "just ask, I probably have an answer" A few minutes went by before the next text came in: "do you still... think about me? ..." "What do you mean?" I was confused. Another. It led into some pretty intense sex. Some wild, hair pulling doggy style, some of the best cock worship I've ever experienced, and some nasty tit fucking followed by a happy mess all over her. But there was something I wanted to try...I'd read about it, watched it on a few pornos, was consumed in a need to experience it...the G-Spot orgasm.One night, after one of my prolonged nipple worship sessions, Emily was super wet and dying for a big finish. I slowly inserted one, then two, then three.