I don't care if you ravish her like a slave, it's making her enjoy being ravished that's important. Jean wasn't nearly so concerned about your forcing...her, she just was disappointed that you knew nothing about the finer points of making love."Kevin crimsoned beside Monique. Anger rising in him at the older woman's words... So this is what he had come all the way from Paris for, to find out his bride says he's a lousy lover. This was one thing he would have to talk to Jean about the first moment. I watch him and remember. His teeth in my neck. His cock pushing into me. Kissing me while I dug my nails into his shoulders. He told me I was amazing, and so tight, and so sexy. He was amazing. I knew it, and he knew it. He took me out so many times. He would listen while I played my guitar, and was patient when I was still figuring out my new amp, and he indulged me when I wanted to go walking in the dead of night. We’d end up in fast food places at dawn, almost falling asleep at the table,. He started running his fingers back and forth over the slick lace of her panty brushing ever so slightly on her clit. She moaned softly her excitement was growing with every stroke. She knew that he was aware of her increasing urge to cum and she also knew that if anyone could give her what she was now longing for it was him. Shea was trying her best to control her breathing but it made no sense she was fighting a losing battle. She bit her lip as she looked at him wanting to take him right. Then he kissed me and we rolled his cum around on our tongues. I told him that was probably the best sex I’d ever had in my life. He smiled and told me he felt the same way. Then he surprised me. He asked if I’d ever like to be the one in control. I reached back and gently stroked his hard, smooth ass. ‘Why?’ I asked him ‘need a good whipping?’ He smiled and said just two words: ‘yes sir!’ I pushed him off of my onto the floor. He sat there on all 4’s looking up at me like a puppy dog. His big.