The force shook my body. She licked my nipple, teasing it with a top of her tongue. She sucked her nipple sucking it.“Worship me” She Said“Yes�...“Who is your goddess. Who do you PRAY to?”“Shira…I pray to Shira” I criedShe smiled and cracked her tail like a whip. It invaded me anus regions, pressing against my prostate. My arms hung down. I was unable to move. I couldn’t feel my legs anymore. I was being fucked like a rag doll. I lost track of time. Time seem to stop as I was being fucked for. "Such a gentleman." She giggled."No," I told her, "I just want to follow you upstairs so I can watch you."She turned, her foot on the bottom step, her jaw dropped. Suddenly, she closed the space between us and kissed me – hard. Then turned and started up the stairs, with an exaggerated wiggle of her bottom. She turned right at the top for the bathroom, but I turned left to do what I usually do – that is, undress in the bedroom. When she realised, she followed me in and watched as I stripped. But even when the last drop had been jetted against my burning cunt walls, I couldn't make myself take the nozzle out of my cunt. It felt so right, so nice, there! It was solid, hard, and when I moved it back and forth it felt like a cut-down version of Tim. By moving it back and forth a little more ardently and setting my imagination adrift it became him, and then better than him. After all, I could control the speed, the penetration, and the angles! My hips rose and fell, causing the. Laura constantly called herself a ‘good girl’. What she really meant was that, at twenty six years old, she was a virgin. This was either due to her condition not allowing sex or not being normal enough for many men to think about having fun with her. We carried on with a few more dates like that. One, a concert. Another, a dinner. Every time we spent more and more time in her car with her little warm crotch grinding into mine. Towards the end of our little car phase I would simply pick her up.