“Do it, Brian. Bust my cherry, and fill me with your glorious cock, then fuck me until I scream with pleasure” Marsha growled lustfully.“Are you...sure, Sweets? Are you ready for this? There’s no going back, once we start” he warned her.“I’m sure, Baby. Take me now, hard! Fill me up with hard cock!” she exclaimed.With a movement of finality, Brian eased back just an inch from Marsha’s hymen, then pushed his cock through the virgin barrier, sinking his full length to the depths of her waiting. “Precum,” he gasped as he wiped the tip with his finger and licked it off, his eyes were still glued to my glistening hole as he continued to stroke. “But what is it?” I insisted. “It’s what happens before a guy orgasms;” he grounded out. “Oh, what’s an orgasm?!” “You need to go back upstairs Elena,”“But I wanna watch,”“You’ve seen enough,” he groaned as his hand continued to stroke“Please Jacob, I want to watch.”He groaned softly.“Can I ask you a question?”“Sure,” he murmured“So I know that. I stroked my lips through the soft silk and felt myself open and moisten. I let my finger slither under the silk and enter my wetness. I curled it inside me and stroked that special spot. My other hand left my nipple and went to stroke my clit through the silk. I came, suddenly and unexpectedly. Tippi’s face was in my mind’s eye. The doorbell rang around 1 the next day. Tippi was wearing a long, dark green skirt and a white blouse. Her hair was loose and she looked as fresh as ever. ‘How can. "Forgiven?"Caitlin nodded. “But don’t you ever treat me like that again;” so I kissed her again, this time more eagerly. As her grip around my neck tightened, my hand lightly touched her pussy; she bit my earlobe then uttered, “No you bastard, I’m too sore,” I held my breath and didn’t dare to do anything other than let my hands rest on the small of her back.Exhausted and tired Caitlin edged her way onto the bed then stretched out. Here I began to idly stroke her thighs and stomach."No," she.