Grabbing your ass and spreading your cheeks I groan, "Now fucking beg for my thick cock, my little slut."As you moan and whimper for it I slam deep in...ide you, one long hard thrust, owning your tight cunt with my cock. Stretching you and filling you completely, my heart still pounding from the gym as my hands circle your waist pulling you back into my cock with each hard thrust. My mind thinks back on all the times I've fucked you, training you to take my cock hard and fast.My hand stroking up. His prices ranged from nine thousand to sixty thousand depending upon what the buyer wanted. Jack was a millionaire and widowed. His wife died when he was twenty-five from complications from childbirth. He lost his wife and son that night eleven years before.He was a clean shaven thirty-six year old man who recently began to look seriously for another wife. His late wife was a brunette and he didn't want to marry another dark haired beauty. Gwen, being a redhead, fit the bill perfectly. She was. I said ok. And got in between her legs. I placed it on her pussy and started rubbing it from her hole to her clit but I dint enter her she told me that she cant control any more and begged me to put it in.I continued to play with her clit but I dint enter. She was desperate now. I finally put the dick in with full force she was all wet and soaked. My dick went in with full force without any problem and she let out a loud moan. I started fucking slowly. I dint sleep on her as I wanted to see her. She is tired of her half-existence. She is tired of being sad, tired of not even minding that someone her age should grieve. And in the thin bony box of her head she understands, and accepts, the fact that her immense unhappiness is doomed to irrelevance anyway. Why worry? Why yearn toward a dream that is doomed to be unfulfilled? Because it would ease my regret. The woman can’t even express her inner turmoil to others, apart from holding onto a loud, scratchy moan. She does this, on occasion,.