Climbing above me on the table, she slowly impales herself down upon my rigid member. Her pussy is neither hot nor cold, but it is tight and wet, and...the electric tickling sensation is more pronounced. From her cowgirl position, she rides me like a she-devil, wildly and violently. I feel the hard impacts, the pain and the pleasure, but I can only watch, not move to respond. Slowing, she places the fingers of her hands on either side of my head, pressing to my temples. Suddenly my vision. "Fuck," I whispered, "oh baby! Oh, Paris, I'm gonna cum down your throat!" She must have tried to say something, because vibrations came from her mouth and resonated all the way down my cock, into my balls, giving me the little extra push that I needed to cum. "Yes, Paris, fuck," I yelled, grinding my hips faster, "I'm coming!" With one final thrust, I shot my warm cum down her throat, and she greedily took it all, not letting one drop escape her freshly fucked mouth. I collapsed down onto the. While looking at her face; I noticed her neck. The Adams apple was large and protruding. “Oh damn” I thought. Now I’m wondering if she is a guy in girls clothing.So I tactfully lead the discussion toward a mix of sex and politics. Both areas I have some knowledge in. I’m center right on politics. As for sex? Anything goes so long as it’s consensual; the participants are old enough, and are mentally capable of understanding the consequences of their consent.Eventually during. She said smiling as she looked down the sheets, Whered he go? she asked curiously. Umm… his face returned to its bright red expression as he searched for somthing to say. I can find him, she said as she slid her hand under the sheets. Sit up, and scoot over will you? she said giggling a bit as she sat ontop of the sheets. He obeyed and gave her half of the bed and sat up so he was level with her, although still under the covers from his belly down. Her hand rested on his knee and made its way.