Not yet. Did I mention already that the anticipation, the delay, the waiting is everything? Sometimes I barely need to do any more when touch it this ...ay for several minutes and an orgasm will materialise as if from nowhere. The knowledge that my body is ready is sufficient for me to have that which I have waited for. The mere touch, gentle, prolonged and firm is all that it takes. This is a rarity however and didn’t occur last night. It occurs to me that perhaps this is the sort of thing that. Daniel did do an impressive job of spanking me. For the first time actually feeling a hand against my cheeks was wonderful. About halfway through the spanking, he moved his other hand to hold my pussy firmly, his fingers playing up and down my wet slit. Now he knew, and it seemed to encourage him to spank me a bit harder.I cried as he did, not so much from the pain, as I was relishing in that, but realizing I had disappointed him today and had been bad. This only intensified the feeling I. Her hand cupped and kneaded my balls. I groaned in total pleasure, unwound and undid by my woman’s touch. Each movement of her fingers, her hands, her lips, her tongue, drove me further from myconscious self. I was only eroticism and pleasure, lust and hunger. My cock was living, throbbing steel. And I wanted only one thing. ‘I want to fuck you,’ I growled. No poetry. No sensitivity. It was carnal desire expressed in its most primal terms. Want. Craving. I rose to my elbows, then pushed her. Are you ok? Fuck you are so hot and tight"Samantha ran her hands over Harry's back and whispered hoarsely "Come on Brother... fuck me."Harry kissed her hard on the mouth as his hands took hold of her waist and his hips slowly began to move his cock in and out of her pussy.Samantha lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist as he slowly fucked her. They both shook with strain. Harry trying to control his urge to ram her; Samantha trying to stop herself screaming out in pleasure and pain..