The more he fucked, the more pliable she became, melting, dropping her belly and cunt down on the bed, her fingertips touching every so lightly her cl...t made her react perfectly to the rhythm of his fuck. Reaching between her legs and finding his head and the underside of his cock with her other hand, with her finger tips she stroked until she settled on gently milking his shaft like she was milking her clit. She felt numb on the outside. Everything she felt was in her. Ecstasy warped inside. It had been at a teacher’s party in the town, thrown at the principal’s house to celebrate end of semester. David had been charming and sophisticated, or so she believed and allowed herself to be cajoled into joining him in his motel for the weekend. The man had been a less than skilful lover who was more interested in her mouth and the pleasure she could give him than the other way around. She had left in the middle of the Sunday afternoon vowing to never let herself be so gullible again.. It was even as I placed the draft I'd decocted to her gently quivering lips that I began to think that things might not go entirely as I had envisaged. Which is to say, I had not expected the merest hint of the odour of my herbs to cause her to awaken instantly, sitting up and throwing my chalice to the floor as she did so.Nor had I expected her, somehow, young and maidenly as she appeared, to be quite so vocal, quite so demonstrative in her speech."Fuck me," she said, really rather loudly,. ?Don’t move your hands,? he added.The initial pain had lessened, and Marie thought she could stand it now. He’d been right, though, about it taking her mind off of her pussy. Her concentration was divided between her clamped nipples and her hungry pussy as he returned his attention to her crotch.She was able to hold still as he stroked her outer lips, and even when he slid one long finger into her, though she panted and grunted with the effort to keep from humping it. But then he used his.