Her throat feels raw, as her cries grow louder. Tears stream down her face. Inside her mind is fighting to keep control, screaming at her to not give ...nto to him. Her resolve is no match for him. As he plunges his fingers deep inside her velvety soft passage, his tongue flicking over her sensitive bud, she can no longer resist the urge to let go. “Please!” Her plea, a hoarse expression of the deliverance from the self -torment she has been causing herself. “Please what Rebecca?” “Please, oh. 5” inches cock in her mouth and started sucking it hard… Moving my fore skin down and pressing hardly my pennies she was sucking hard and hard.… i was not able to control my self… adjusted my self for the main play. My cock found her cunt and i gently pushed into her cunt. And started kissing her i could hear her moan in my mouth and i sealed it really tight. Once i was in i stopped for a second and she wrapped her legs around mine. And i started fucking her slowly. Every time i pushed in i. I was very self conscious about that. I had stared at myself in the mirror after I shaved it this morning. I looked like a little girl. I didn't like the look.But Mr. Petrie did. He bent down and kissed my vulva and sniffed at it like an animal. He stood up at last and in a husky voice he said, "You look like little girl. But you smell like a woman."He took my wrist and placed my hand against the bulge in his chinos and said, "I got this for that hot pussy of yours. Your friend said you can't. 10ht, some dark, slim guy with a 7″ cock. Thanks for your lovely comments for appreciating my true story with Reema. I am here to satisfy you all.Coming to the story. this was the time when I posted my last story and received some reply from lovely people. One of the emails was from Rohini (Changed Name). She told me that it looks like my story was fake. I just replied if you think so then you can.But I can’t share personal pics of Reema and me for clearing her doubt. As some days passed she.