There are countless activities that can reproduce that kind of rush. Make no mistake, Megan, the more extreme types of activities you participate in, ...he greater the risk is to get hurt, and, the possibility of permanent damage is ever existent. The rush you referred to is, after all, is a self-preservation mechanism to protect us from potential harm. When you willingly make the choice to ignore the warning and roll the dice on the consequences, chasing after that thrill by participating in. The young woman caught him by the wide lapels of his black tailcoat, abruptly halting his movement and held him firm within her surprisingly strong grip. She turned her usually calm and impassive gaze on the older woman, who suddenly took a step back as she gasped and placed a hand to her heart. The young woman's normally warm brown eyes now held flecks of brightly burning sienna and cinnamon, which gave them an otherworldly glow. Once again, her voice boomed into the silence of the room."I. I felt his dick penetrate me, it felt big, hard and long. He pushed it all the way, I moaned inside but didn’t say anything. His fingers dug in my skin as he gently pulled his dick out of me to the tip, I felt my inside pulling out as he did but still said nothing.The bastard fucked me slow doggy style for a good five minutes than pulled out and turned me around. He pulled on my legs me to meet him to the edge of the chair, I looked at his big, wet with my juice, dick, he was fucking me bare. ” I clutch the back of his blond head. I'm sure I'm pulling his hair but I don't care. I am cold, fresh water and flashing disco lights. I can't think, I close my eyes. He pokes his eager tongue inside me and I try to push more of my pussy into his face. He flicks his tongue across my clit over and over and I can't control my legs anymore, they shake and I grip the desk until my knuckles turn white, my other hand still in his hair. Just as I think I am going to let lose and shatter into pieces.