.. we mustn't ... ohhhhh..."But even as she stammered out all this awkward denial, she couldn't keep her lust-glazed eyes off his still expanding and ...engthening cock. "Ooooooooh," she squealed, hopelessly thrilled and in the grip of a passion so obscene it was unnamable. "Yes, I love you ... you know I do ... but how can we, ... how can we ... oh Damn!, we have to! I have to! I can't stand it -- I've got to cum!"And with this, all last remnants of puritan morality and restraint fled, and. “When will you be home?”“The Saturday before Thanksgiving, around 3:00pm. Just come over and we’ll go out.”“Is it OK if I ask my cousin about her apartment?”I chuckled, “I think I’ve created an Emmy-monster!”She rolled on top of me, and smiled impishly, “Are you complaining?”“Oh no, not at all!” I grinned and kissed her.“I was wondering what it would feel like if you shoot in me, but I’m afraid to get the Pill because if my dad found out, he’d kill us both!”“Let’s try to avoid that outcome,. I was letting another man fuck me in our beach house, his hands gripping my ass and repeatedly driving his cock deep inside me. Feeling so turned on, I grabbed his hair and begged him to fuck me harder. Kurt backed away from the wall and carried me into the sitting room several paces away. He gently lowered me to the soft carpet and laid me on my back, my pussy still wrapped around his stiff rod. Pushing my legs up over my head and holding them there, Kurt began working his cock in and out of. Frantically we practically ripped the rest of each others clothes off and collapsed onto the deep red and black Egyptian cotton linen on the duvet my wrought iron bed. My hands mauling at her magnificent firm, large breasts as my tongue thrashed inside her red lips, her right hand squeezing my fit to burst balls then gripping my rigid shaft her wrist thrashed wildly up and down right from the base. Passed my circumcised head and all over my pre cum soaked helmet. I desperately wanted her.