But, rather than trying to match his thrusts, I press back solidly, holding a rigid position for him to fuck into because that is what this really is.... He is fucking me, he is claiming me with this animalistic mating process of canines and I love it, I want it, and I desire it.I feel his knot forming and pressing against my pussy, seeking to gain access to my pussy so he can consummate our mating with his seed washing my pussy and womb. The mere thought pushes me closer to my orgasm and it is. It's an attractive man with a sporty appearance. With his long legs each pace takes him closer to me."Good evening." He says. I turn my head to reply and the next thing I know I am standing with my back to the wall and his eyes looking into mine with a piercing gaze. My answer is late, but uttered. "Good evening." After scraping my throat I politely ask him to release me. He merely states his reluctance to let something this lovely go free.I can't help myself from wishing secretly for him to. Instead he placed it on my left knee. The length of my dress allowed his hand to touch nothing but bare skin when he did so, and my leg quivered. Feeling that, he pulled his hand away and placed it back on the wheel. Feeling braver and more relaxed, I reached over and put my hand on top his. He didn't resist as I gently pulled his hand off the wheel and placed it back where it was as I said, "It's okay I'm just a little nervous. I haven't done this for awhile." Knowing about how long it would. “I fancy you, I have since the first day I saw you last week. I need you in my pussy.”I told her I was a virgin and that I had only fingered a girl before, and she told me that I didn’t have to worry.We organised a time to meet up that night, and at six o’clock she knocked on my door.“Where are we going to go, my pussy is so wet.”I took her hand and led her down the road near my house to a disused railway, I took her down underneath the bridge.As soon as we got there she pushed me against the.