“No, I have more, mmm, in store for you today, oh god,” she said as she bit down on his shoulder as she came for the first time that afternoon aro...nd his fingers.Her breaths grew shallow and she leaned in closer to Dan and pushed him down on his back. She pulled off his shirt and then slipped down to his thigh. Dan looked down and could only see her hands fumbling with his belt beneath her dress as she worked to get his jeans open.Once the belt was off she looped it around his wrists and put. How desperate is this chick?" Not desperate. Opportunistic. Anticipative." She plays the field?" Only if she has no other commitments, or conflicts." She's asking now?" She's asking." Come with me," he said, quietly, confidently, and with more of the smile."I ... don't you have to ... you know. Help?"That made him grin, and his face dimpled. "It's my break." Oh." I couldn't decide why, but I really wanted to go with him. "Which way?"He took my hand. "Just walk with me."I didn't resist. I looked. Her tits got in the way as she bent and their shifting kept knocking her off balance. Finally she lined her head up with my cock. The angry red head bobbed across her face, folding obscenely as she attempted to direct my cock into her mouth. Her small tongue lashed out, glancing my shaft as it swung from side to side. I chuckled to myself: the image brought to mind a partygoer attempting to eat a donut from a string, or perhaps bobbing for apples considering the size of her target. At long last. Your tart begs for your wonderful cock. Please fuck your tart's sore cunt – AIEE!? I'd often tortured her vaginal walls with the spiked vibrator before sex, and she used to complain that without doing her permanent damage I couldn't make her sore enough to really hurt. I thought she'd be satisfied this time. I held the rope between her elbows so I could slam my hips against her lacerated rump on every stroke, and she responded with wordless cries of pure sensation, bucking and shaking.