Each stroke was painful enough to make Rebecca wish for death. After the third stroke, which had mainly hit her already sore pussy, he immediately ent...red her pussy and thrust violently. He tried her ass, too, but simply could not achieve an orgasm. He finally gave up, thanked Rebecca and left the room, leaving her tied up and vulnerable. Ibby had, in the meantime, been whipped from all sides 21 times. Her whole body was on fire. She felt one with the pain. Her body was covered in welts, blue. And I didn't want to. Except that I did want to. But I knew I shouldn't. But I wanted to. But I was afraid to. And I was afraid not to. It's not simple, Sam. It seems simple when its not you. It's a whole lot harder and more complicated when it is you. I loved her. Still do." WHAT? But she fucking cheated on you!" Sam was outraged. His friend was no pussy. He knew this for a fact – they'd been arrested for drunk and disorderly and causing an affray more than once, one particularly memorable. I love it; the sound of your pleasure turns me on so much. I'm nearly gagging as I take the whole length of you in my mouth, again and again. I take your balls in my hand gently rubbing them. I feel your dick stiffen as you near orgasm. You press my head into your body and shoot hot strings of cum into the back of my throat. I swallow it all and smile, looking up at you with my dark brown eyes. Your body looks great to me, I can’t stop staring at your perfect chest and stomach. Your hair. I walked over to her and just gave her a quick peck on the lips. Wow. Her lips were soft and sweet. Three or four more pecks followed. I wanted more. I held my lips to hers hoping to connect our tongues but she said no, saying that type of kissing was reserved for Bob. Fair enough. I went back and sat on the couch, not to push my luck. But my heart was racing, and cock was jumping. After returning back to normal conversation and normal heart rate, I decided to leave for home. I went to grab my.