Sucking and licking, gently biting it. He pushes in and out of my vagina, and moves his fingers back and forth when he is inside of me, making me squi...m. His skill in this area makes me orgasm quickly. I reach out and grab the sheets and his amazingly soft hair, pushing him into me and needing some release from my powerful orgasm. As it is subsiding, I touch his face, bringing him closer to me. I kiss him then and push my pelvis into his. It is torturing me now, and I want nothing more than to. "Breathe Berri; relax my little one". And as you say my name, my cunt takes grasp of your wrist. A sharp intake of air. You stop, and let me accustom my body to your hand. I look at you, and as you look back I feel you hands move inside me. As I bite my bottom lip, you take that as my invitation to be fisted. Slowly, with determination, you start. I have never felt my pussy be fucked like this before. I feel as if I'm an extension to you. Your eyes move from my face, and stare intently at your. On your knees queer boy, he shouted. I dropped to my knees and looked up at him, and I saw a few sets of curtains twitching. He shouted for me to crawl all the way back to his flat which I did, luckily meeting no one on the way. His is front door was open, and as I crawled in, he put a dog collar on me. Now you’re my slave you queer cunt he saidhe was naked by now, and he really was disgusting, horribly overweight a wild set of bushy pubes and a small cock, maybe five inches, fucks sake that’s. But it was. I just...I... ?Your eyes are red.? I looked back up at Trent. He tossed his cigarette on thefloor and stepped on it, walking towards me. I was already as far against thewall as possible, but I still tried to get even further away from him. He squatted in front of me and looked into my eyes. I lookedaway. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. I whimpered. Trentrolled his eyes and stood up again. ?I've been doing this for a long time, and I still don't getit.? He flicked.