She cums again.Giggling now, the doll is impaling her every secondI lean down. Cover her mouth with My own, taste herlips. Smell her and push My tongu... deep into hermouth. I feel her shudder as she peaks again.I push the doll away and mount her, My thick prick driving into her, My weight on her bosom,grinding down.She grabs at me. I lean back I lift her onto Me, her thighs on My hips.Her weight driving Medeeper into her and still she presses at the buttons on the remote, the slaveis almost. On the way to my flat she told me that she is still an anal virgin and that she wants to get fucked in her ass more than anything else. I decided to give her the time of her life.I read a lot about anal sex, but never got a chance to test my knowledge as my girlfriend was not ready for it yet. So we got undressed I put her on her back and started licked her sweet pussy, at the same time I licked a finger and inserted it into her tight, but horny ass. I sensed that she felt it but she said. I used to insert my tongue inside her vagina and take out as much honey asPossible. She used to say that a spoonful of honey will give so much pleasure which a good fuck cannot give. I had a full bottle of honey in my room in the shelf. Remya liked honey to be spread on her boobs and nipples and licked and sucked softly.The problem was that she will go on pouring more and more honey and it will become a never ending process. After the introduction of honey into our sex, she was not demanding. ‘It’s traditional to begin a story in medias res.’ ‘I’m sorry, what?’ ‘In the middle of the action, so that the reader will be drawn in by questions about the things they don’t at first know.’ She handed him a glass. ‘But how can the reader find out what’s happened before the story began?’ He had no idea what she was talking about, but he loved listening to her throaty voice. ‘It has to be communicated through exposition,’ she said. ‘For example, if I were to say that we just met in the hotel.