Yes yes Yes... fuck me deeeeeper babe... arrrrgh... the loudest ones came each time u feel i slow down :P the sensations is getting harder as my dick ...eep slid in and out... ur pussy feels more hot and wet... and me... Ohhh, it's ... it's good! Oh... fuck me babe... Fuck me harder... Hone... Oh Yes... the breathings r harder... ur body was so hot... as i am speeding up the rhythm... strocking and hitting ur pussy deep and fast as i can... in a very satisfying way... to me and u in same time. Matt pulled out a card and handed it to her. “Come to the House of Pain later tonight after the dance is over. If I’m feeling generous, you might get a longer interview.”They continued into the gym. Once away from the reporters Kitten asked, “What was that about with the reporter at the end?”“She’s almost certainly going to ask more detailed questions about how we met. I’m actually curious to hear your perspective on it.”“You could always ask me yourself.”“True, but a third party, particularly. Com. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * It wasn't even a real party. It was just our regular Friday night get-together for pizza and a movie. We were in college and weren't part of the Frat and Sorority crowd. Some of us were commuters. Some lived in the. In the summer, the window stays open through the night, and in the morning a cool breeze moves through the room in a sensual accompaniment with the sun’s rays. This morning is one of those, the warm sun and a slight breeze. I turn my head just a bit and catch a glimpse of her smooth back and just the rise of her hip before the sheet cuts off my view. Her long black hair is in disarray from last night’s activities. I smile, thinking about the hours of pleasure we shared. I know my love, my.