He stared out of the cabin window at the blanket of white that obscured the English Channel below. It was almost funny, in an ironic way. His life was...being disrupted so effectively by a skinny little waitress from a run-down cafe in a poor part of London. He had just abandoned his role as a key negotiator at a pivotal East-West Arms Summit, taken on a personal slave against his better judgment when his health was failing, and yet ... and yet he felt more alive and filled with purpose than he. As we walked the 100 yards or so to the beach my mind was doing cart wheels at the idea of hundreds of men seeing my Dee naked as well as getting to ogle all those naked women. It was then that the worry of getting a hard-on hit me and as we slowly neared the boundary, our footsteps slowed by the pebbles as they shifted under us. What would people say or think? However, we were now there and I became more preoccupied with what I was seeing in front of us. There were all types of people there,. I'm sorry if it hurts." My brain is buzzing with confusion. Hurts? If what hurts? With one hand on my shoulder and the other tangeled into my hair, he shoves his dick deep into my tight, hot pussy. I scream. Thinking, 'Oh. If THAT hurts. Well, yes that hurts you fucking idiot!' I forgive him instantly. Pounding his hard dick into my tiny pussy, feeling his 10" shaft and thick width grinding against my clit, I moan; letting out loud squeals of pain and pleasure. I feel liked I'm being ripped. Glen thought to himself.
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