He started rubbing his nose, tongue up and down along her clit opening...sucked her soft clits and try pushing his tongue inside... made her moaning l...uder. He started feeling the pussy with his fingers…slowly guiding the middle finger to enter the wet hole…he could feel all the uneven edges of the pussy… His fingers were in search of her G-spot. It was hard but he could manage to get it very deep inside… rubbing it made her get really wet. He could feel it in his hand…and realized the next. The vibrations of my moan caused him to throw his head back and moan as I continued to suck him. I sat back looking him in the eye as I moved to straddle his waist. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked my wet slit. Never taking my eyes from his, I gently and slowly lowered myself onto his hard length. He was thick and stretched my pussy, filling me to the point that it was almost painful. I moaned, placing my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as I buried the last of his length in my. My nose wrinkled in distaste at the smell which only brought on an evil grin from him."What's the matter, slut? Don't like the smell of the man who owns your ass?" I didn't dare look up at him. I wasn't about to correct him, tell him that he was co-owner of this slut. I shrugged as I began work on his feet. "Did you make your phone calls, slut?" I was wishing he'd stop calling me that, but I don't know why I felt that way.I nodded. It'd been a hectic day for me and with my husband home now,. Curious to know what he meant by it, she overcame her nerves and plucked up the courage to ask him a question.“How do you go about finding inspiration?” she asked.The man paused for a moment, deep in thought. He then looked at her and said, “well, I fuck women and then I write about them. I have one poem left to write before my book is complete.”Samantha was taken aback, never in her life had she met someone that had been so direct to her. It frightened her a little, but exhilarated her at the.