Yvonne was good, she was a lovely fuck and invariably wanted it in the arse at some time during the night but she was nice to sleep with as she lolled...her tits on me and her mouth was so delicious but most of all she was an excellent cook, the only problem was that she did not speak English, my Italian was improving but far from conversational which I missed because I do like dirty talk, Ellie knew that and used it against me on several occasions when I was trying to last and she wanted to. In all his years he'd never had such a steaming hot gash. He watched her eyes roll back into her head as, with one swift thrust, he slammed his cock fully deep inside her. He sneered as he began a slow, rhythmic motion; all the way in, then almost all the way out. He steadily held this movement for a few minutes, all the while reminding her that she was his whore, his slimy little cunt, his wet little fuck hole. And he only laughed at her soft whimpers and lustful moans. Then an idea crossed. I almost laugh at her statement, humans are playthings, sex toys and occasionally food so I care about them like that but I don’t care for or have any love for humans.“I don’t care, I just enjoy watching humans kill humans in nice intimate settings.” I tell her, I don’t like wars and stuff like that, it feels impersonal and detached, the anguish and terror doesn’t have the same flavour as when a single human kills another.“We need to get moving.” My sister says as she strolls up to me with a. Katie's head suddenly turned towards him as Joechin froze in fear. He tossed the panties to the end the bed. Her head moved until it was less than a foot from his dick. Joechin's eyes shot towards the door praying that nobody would come in as his hands shook as his breathing increased. He looked down as precum had erupted from the tip of his cock. Joechin gulped deeply as he slowly stroked his cock watching the sleeping wife. Unable to help himself he slowly moved forward and rubbed his hard.