Take our underwear. Well, where do I start ? How about wispy, see-through knickers. We don’t buy them for warmth, do we? No way. Women wear them so... when we undress in front of that selected audience, husband, boyfriend etc., they get hard. No point beating about the bush, we want them stiff. Or, if, like me, you occasionally enjoy female company, we want them wet.To a point, you could argue that all I’ve written so far is about women in general and, perhaps, could be considered quite “low. Please, I want to feel my meat in your meat just raw and hot.” Sara groaned as she pushed against my chest, a meek futile effort to protest. I had found my mark, my raging thick bulbous head of manhood hitting, catching along the edge of her tight entrance.Sara’s actions indicated that now she desperately wanted me deep inside her. She pulled my hips violently towards herself, feeling the head of my large cock perfectly placed on her hole. I could feel her whole body trying to claim me, want. Icould sense she’s enjoying it as she took her timetrimming that piece of hair. My breathing was getting heavy and my heart was racing.Not to mention my cock was starting to swell.“Well, that’s that,” she told me, which disappointed mebecause I wanted this haircut to last forever.She removed the drape in a way she never did before, andsome hair fell down all over my crotch. She looked.“I can’t believe I did that. I hope it doesn’t affect mytip,”. "Oh, all right. Get on the bed. I'll fuck you."My little blonde scampered onto the bed. She laid on her back and spread her legs. True to her word, her gash was dripping wet. I grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed.She let out a shriek of delight.I picked up her pelvis, bringing it up to my waist. I then slid my cock into her.She cried out in delight. "Oh, Master! Thank you!"I looked over and saw Vonda on the couch, fingering herself. "Don't you dare!" I snapped. "I will get to.