Oh please don't stop fucking me..." Oh don't you worry about that. Are you enjoying this? Well, I think you are going to love this." I think she means...a third finger But I have no idea what was in store for my asshole. She withdraws her two fingers and I feel her putting more lube on my eager backdoor. I feel pressure at my sphincter, and she puts a hand on my shoulder and leans in close to whisper in my ear, "Don't worry lover I'll be gentle..." I wonder what she means, but when I feel BOTH. She contorted and screamed so much, I was thankful the place was only partly full, because I’m sure the cops would have otherwise shown. My lover finally, after an honest 10 very long seconds, settled back into the bed. She was gasping as she panted. I Wiped my face on the sheet, and ‘came up for air,’ accepting a kiss from my lover. As I repositioned a pillow beside her hips, Ashlynn understood what I wanted, and obligingly rolled on to it.Ashlynn LOVED the feeling of her body yielding to her. We had sex a few more times before I admitted to him that I had the hots for a girl in the dorm room across the hall. We stayed friends, though. In fact, he’s my best friend,” Paul said, smiling.She had grinned at the boobs comment, but a look of sadness came over her face. “I was with a man, almost a year ago now, who dumped me because I wanted him to spank my ass with a crop. He said that type of activity was something that sluts and whores did and what would his mother think?”Paul’s brow. It seemed like she was having sex with almost every black guy in the apartment complex. I was hurt and outraged. Every day when I had left for work, she would immediately start making phone calls and I had never heard things like that come out of my wife’s mouth before. It wouldn’t be long before one or more guys would show up at my apartment. I immediately recognized the guys as the local thugs that were always hanging out in the parking area smoking weed and drinking. If I had to guess I.