Your orgasm has made you bold, as we drink and chat, you move your hands closer and closer to my clean-shaven mound. What you don’t know is that I d...essed tonight, I never put on any panties in anticipation of this moment. I can feel myself growing wetter as you draw closer to my cleft. I can see the wheels turning in your mind as you try and appear nonchalant while drinking your beer. It is almost like you keep daring yourself to go higher up my leg, challenging me to stop you, and challenging. The feeling of you responding so powerfully to my thrusting causes my cock to swell in preparation for my own orgasm. I can feel myself building up to an orgasm that just might shatter the universe. As my cock swells and your pussy tightens, it sends both of us to new heights as we each fight off that final release, but also welcome it. We struggle to keep ourselves from “losing it”, wanting to make sure that both of us can share in that single greatest orgasm, reaching for something that. She hated the new laws so much but of course realised that was exactly the point.Cynthia was openly crying and had no idea how many strokes she had already been given. Was it twelve or eighteen or even fifty? All she knew was that the pain was increasingly intense. She did look up to see her class of schoolgirls but her vision was blurred although she made out their shrieks of laughter and comments like, "She's looking at us but I bet she can't see with all those tears." They were right, of. "But, won't I get pregnant?" I try to think clearly which is more complicated than I'd ever thought it'd be. With David I felt this way when we'd first began having sex, but after a while things became dull. However, even then, David never brought on such huge reactions. "You aren't wearing a condom, though!" Leaning down and kissing me tenderly while still thrusting, he says, "It's a possibility, but it's a chance I'm willing to take with you, Ani. Only you." With that I nodded my head in.