"That waiter's waiting for us to leave. He knows he's not going to get a tip because the meal is on the house. It was nice of you to stay with me--it ...sn't every day I get a free meal." "You're a little gold-digger, aren't you?" Howard laughed. He liked her, and that was too bad, because it made his erection even harder. He put his hand in his pocket, squirmed in his chair, and managed to get his prick up under his belt. It was hot against his stomach. She said, "Would you like some more. "Go slow, okay, sweetie? That thing could really hurt me."Despite not wanting to inflict pain, and going out of his way not to be a brute, Robert nevertheless quietly enjoyed the rush of being able to overwhelm women as he could. His own mother was no exception; decades older and far more sexually experienced, yet clearly dizzy and breathless from his size.Having gained the head, he began slowly applying more and more pelvic force to his probing and stretching. Nicole's labial lips were soon. He wasn't even sure if he was really dreaming. It was a half-asleep—half-awake status that was new to him. It brought a certain comfort so he desired not to rise. He would skip his rations of French Toast that morning. It was just better to lie in comfort. He wondered if any more dreams would come to him.These dreams—about events that he hadn't thought about in so many years; why did they all come to him that morning? It had been a long time since his body felt as good as it did. It was free. I yell out in a mix of pain and pleasure and feel myself tighten around him as he begins to fuck me relentlessly. Over and over I feel him slam into me, with every thrust I slip closer and closer towards another orgasm. He grabs onto my waist, forcing himself into me even further than before. With a sigh that makes my cunt drip, he leans forwards and bites my left shoulder, sliding his hands up my body they come to rest on my breasts. He squeezes once, eliciting another moan from me before.