“God, you’re so sexy when you’re pissed off,” he says, surprising me. His arms pull me into his rock hard chest as his lips descend onto mine ...nd kiss me roughly. Smack! The large sound reverberates throughout the alley as my fist connects with his jaw. “Let me clarify this with you. You emailed me and blackmailed me into what happened last night,” I hiss at him. There is only the silence and our heavy breathing for a moment before he speaks. “I asked you to tell me what you wanted last night,. Giving you all access, pulling my legs back to my chest, exposing myself completely to you, feeling decadent and sexy being so vulnerable, I want to feel your tongue lick me from my clit to my asshole and every inch in between. I need your fingers in my asshole while you softly suck my clit, my legs wrapped around your head, grinding my pussy on you, holding you to my mound while I try to cum so hard in your mouth you think you’re drowning, coating your face with my juices as I BEG for you to. " So I knew she was being naughty.So we arranged that she would travel 25 miles to my town and i would meet her at the bus station. She got into my car and we started the drive to the little town we were going to. I took a chance and asked her "What is your bra size?" She replied 34 a or b. I told her that i didnt believe her. She made no reply.She told me we should get one of my wifes bras for sizeing.We went to the store and the assistant told us the bra was 34g. I thought wow. Then i wanted. Could that thing really fit inside me? The girth of his dick was almost as thick as my wrist, long enough to get both hands on it (not around it; too thick, again) and still be able to see the lump of a dickhead beneath its cover. Friends in college called him Beer Can, for obvious reasons. I pulled down on that snake with both hands and the head appeared, bright red and leaking pre-cum already. I pulled back with both hands. Rough, dry, needing lubrication. He told me to spit on my hands, rub.