As my fingers stroked shortly in and out of her, she began to squeeze them in response. Automatically I pursued those sweet spots provocative of resp...nse with my tongue as she began to lurch toward fulfillment announcing “…com…COM…fuuu…FUCKING COMING!!! Ooooooooh…cooooooommmminnngg…”resulting in my shifting focus as I lapped at her relief and all of her cunt claiming her and her come for my own. After a time she inquired with a tantalizing lilt, “So, ya wanna FUUUCK…?”Accepting her new. He stops, I press back. I cum, he stops moving. I cum, he presses forward, I press back, his cock head enters me. I need to cum all over again, but his stroking is too sensitive. I react by pulling away from his hand, oops I press on his cock. I pull forward in surprise and enter his fist again. Fuck, my body doesn’t know what to do with everything going on, wanking, cumming, fucking, too sensitive, surprise.Somehow I just stop all of my movements, taking a deep breath and holding it in. Paul. Putting the pot on the fire I placed the chopped willow bark in the water and let it simmer for 30 minutes. Letting it cool, I gave Louise a cup of the bitter fluid and poured the rest into my bottle for the next headache. After I filled the bottle, I turned to find the sheriff standing there watching me. I finished putting away the bottle and faced him again.He continued looking at me and finally spoke, "I don't know what to make of you. According to the people on the wagon train you either. She wrapped her arms around him to steady herself, not wanting to accidentally pull him out of her in her wild convulsions, and dug her fingers into his shoulders, hanging on for dear life. She lifted her legs in the air and he grabbed them, shoving them over his shoulders. She had no control over the sounds that were coming out of her mouth, she moaned and squealed like an animal, completely lost in carnal pleasure. ‘Harder, harder, oh god, yes!’ she begged as he pounded into her. Soon he.