She’s still considerably wet and I can feel the heat radiating off her vulva. I touch the tip against her entrance and pull away just as she starts ...o push back. “Ah ah not just yet!!” I keep rubbing her up and down coating myself in what’s left of her cum before I strike.I tease her hole with my head, it’s so warm and she’s so horny I can feel it’s dilated enough to accommodate me. Just a little teasing to keep her keen. She gasps as I pop my helmet inside her warm cave I leave it there for a. "Now Becky, how am I supposed to be able to compare your breasts to the ones in the photo if you're covering them up?" I asked. "I want you to put your arms straight down at your sides and keep them there until I tell you otherwise. Do it now Becky, or this is just going to get worse for you," I threatened.With her head hung low, refusing to meet my eyes, she lowered her hands slowly to her sides and held them there.It felt like someone had punched me right in the stomach. I could hardly. The feel of him carving a place inside my body as he thrusts in and pulls out, slow at first then savage. ‘Stop. It,’ I growl, beating my thighs to distract myself from the pain in my heart. ‘You’re being dramatic. It’s just a guy.’ But even as the words leave my mouth, as I try to convince myself with lines I delivered to friends in coffee shops who cried over the breakup of their two-week relationship, I know it’s bullshit. Leo will never be some guy. He is the guy. And I know if things. Trina had seldom masturbated, even as she knew boys did. As a high school senior, days after her eighteenth birthday, she had walked in on her brother, a year older than her, in the bathroom, standing and admiring his trim, naked body as his stiff, engorged cock humped his soapy fist. The shock of seeing him had kept her watching for a minute or more, unable to turn away from the sight. It wasn't long before he came, ropy strands of cum jetting into the sink, and impossibly far onto the faucet..