I work down to your lower back, relaxing all the muscles and then pull the towel down further to expose your ass. I pour some oil directly on your ski..., massaging your ass with my hands, and pulling your cheeks gently apart, then back together again. You like the feel of this, and I can tell you are excited, as the smell of the oil is now starting to commingle with the scent of your sex. Your breathing has started to quicken, and you are watching me massage you, noticing a hungry expression on. “Don’t Hurt Me, John…. Fuck Mmmeeee Nice” she panted with anticipation and dread.John pressed his swollen cockhead into the tight hole… he held himself just inside, the heat of her succulent cunt almost overwhelming his senses….“Yeah… yeah, fuck me nice…. aaaahhhooommuuunngg,” Sandra whimpered, her pale gray eyes staring at his face…. Pleading for tenderness, but knowing better….“AAAAAaaaaaahh… Your Cunt Feeeeelllsss so Gooood… AAAaaawwww, Fuuuccckkk,” he savagely moaned, as he stabbed into her. Then he wrapped her in his arms and held her to his body. Her cheek felt soft and warm against his pounding heart. It felt as if their skin was the same temperature, and they were turning into one body.Breathing. Skin he’d never felt before. He couldn’t tell if it was his or hers.“I understand now,” she breathed against his chest.“What?”“That thing about it being personal. The kissing, I mean. Well, at least some kissing. That kissing.”“Yeah. That kissing.”There was only the hiss of running. He at least knew that this wouldn't be helping his predicament in the slightest, but he could hardly keep himself from tossing his head in annoyance when he felt the male's rough hand climbing up his slender throat. All that was going through his mind was a steady stream of agitated curses, the words fumbling even in his thoughts with the thrusts, quickening, then slowing again at random intervals. There was no doubt. He was doing this on purpose. Toying with him with that big, swollen cock,.