"Fuck you're a hot slut! Do you like it when i take control?" I start to fuck the bottle up into you, twisting it around and pulling it out to attack ...our clit in between thrusts. I can feel my own pussy dripping with excitement and I grin up at you. "Do you want to taste how hot I am right now?" All you can do is moan as I shove the bottle faster and deeper into your pussy. I pinch your nipple again and suddenly change positions. My legs straddle your head and i grind my pussy down over your. As I was getting ready for bed I got two new texts. The first from Alan … ‘You’ve pressed the right buttons Bill, she can’t wait to meet you again’. The second from Susan … ‘It was lovely to meet you at last, you’re a sweet guy Bill, lets meet again SOON’. The last word in caps said it all to me. As soon as I got back to the office the next day I made some calls and pencilled-in a business meeting in their area. I emailed both to say I could make the following week and a date and time were. NOT READY? your mind screams, outraged. That thing’s hard enough to crack walnuts with, and he’s not ready? Your breathing is harsh and ragged as he pulls a spaghetti strap from your shoulder to expose your breast. Finally! He cups the fullness of your breast in his hand, running a callused thumb over your stiffened nipple.His oral assault on your mouth continues without missing a beat, and you’re so fucking horny you could burst. You unbutton his shirt, sliding a hot hand against his chest,. She reached inside and produced a wooden,sorority-initiation-type paddle. Seymour bit his lips and tasted fruit-flavored lipstick. She summoned him over with a wagging index finger. Hewent reluctantly and then had to stretch himself over her warm lap. Itmade him uneasy to have his hips across her firm thighs. Connie didn'tallow him intercourse and only occasionally permitted him to ejaculate,making sure it was under shameful circumstances. Seymour was perpetuallyhorny. He lay there with.