. well, you know what I mean," Davie added shyly. "Sex?" "Exactly. They had separate bedrooms. That went on for almost a year. My father started comin... home later and later from the office. He and my mother rarely even talked to each other. Yet she insistedthat he had to go to all the stupid charity balls and parties, put on afront for their friends. One day he came home and packed all his thingsand left a long letter for me and a two word note for my mother. Shenever got over that blow to her. As I reach your thighs I remember how good they feel around me, when I near your neatly trimmed honey pot I can feel the heat and the smell of your sweet scent, it is over powering and the ice starts to melt quicker. Your body begins to shake as I close in on your love. Once again my name leaves your lips and you moan. My cold tongue explores your dripping honey pot running over the lips slowly parting them and feeling the heat, your moans become louder and you chat ‘yes’ over and over, your. After about three minutes of this he started to breathe heavier and I could hear him moaning. The rhythm started to get a bit quicker, the thrusts faster and shorter and his hips were making a slapping sound on my bum cheeks as he drove his erection in and out of my hole.Suddenly he thrust all the way in and I felt his penis get even bigger. It then started to throb. I think it throbbed twice before he took it out again and then viciously thrust it back in. He did this four times and at the. Every time a cock was pulled from her freshly fucked shithole she sucked it clean. There wasn’t an occasion in over two hours that she didn’t have a cock in her mouth and her pussy at the same time. The guys held off on cumming until they couldn’t take it anymore. She worked her pussy and they gave her what she wanted. Her ass was red and sore from being spanked, her tits were bruised from being grabbed and squeezed. Her nuts were aching and in pain, desperate for release. The pain.