I think I have since the first day I met you. If you’re serious about coming back here, I’d be the first person to welcome you back. I’m wonderi...g what you’ll do? All that work to get your Master’s and what will you do?”“Don’t worry about that,” she said, taking my hand and holding it to her breast. “What we have is more important ... at least it is to me.”“You don’t have to ask about me. You already know how I feel. If I felt I could steal away for a day or so, we could talk about this. About. He shoved his cock in, hard, while using his free hand to prevent the force from pushing the dildo out. He fucked her raw and already injured asshole roughly, no slow approach this time. Ashleigh felt as if she were being torn apart. She had never been this miserable or this full. Sweat dripped from her brow and her face contorted as she tried to hold on in screams, while pulling on her restraints. He continued his fast, even rhythm and used his palm to move the toy around inside of her cunt at. I didn't mind her boyfriend being on the phone with us, because I had the real thing, and he only had the visual image of us going wild in his head. She talked on the phone with him for a few minutes, and I was at the bottom of the bed, rubbing the inside of her leg, inching my way closer and closer to her pussy. She stopped my hand & I thought that I had done something wrong, but she looked me in the eye and said "I don't like being tickled, I like being scratched!" I gave her a surprised. It was so hard it hurt. It had never been as hard as it was in that moment. I suppose it was the amazingness of the moment, having had such an incredible, romantic day that I could never have even dreamed of. The idea that I was about to enter my beautiful bride for the first time as husband and wife. It was so much emotion and passion, I was overstimulated. And yet there was nothing that could prevent us from sharing this moment. A fire could have started in the room and there was still no way.