" "You're nervous?" I said. I was a bit stunned. "I'm the one on a datewith a beautiful celebrity. I'm sure you do this sort of thing all thetime... I'm the one who's nervous." Quinn turned back toward me and said, "No, I don't." "You don't what?" I asked, our eyes meeting. "I don't do this all the time," she said bluntly. "This is my firstone." "Your first what?" I asked. "This is my first date," Quinn said, starting look away. I reached out and placed my hand on the side of. ....she lowered her pussy slowly on my cock moaning saying feels so good hurts a little but wont come off, there she was riding me, leans over and finally we are not kissing on the lips/tongue like lovers. holding her little tiny waist at times rubbing her breasts while she was riding, this was only position I wanted her our first time. For a good 5-6 minutes she was on top, she came off, lay on top of me, wrapped her arms around me vice versa and kissed passionately like 20 year. "That's it bitch, suck my cock, take daddy's cock down your slut throat." He grunted as he pulled my panties down. "Yes that's it; daddy's going to finger your dirty, soaking wet cunt as you suck him off." His words were driving me crazy as nobody had ever spoken to me like that before and by the time his grubby fat fingers had reached my pussy I was almost cumming. "Perfect." He snorted. "Soaking wet and tight, just the way a school girl's pussy should be." He continued, before sliding a. Lots of money. An early inheritance. Enough money to let you move out of the old manor and start a life of your own. Your mind drifts and you see yourself living the extravagant jet-setting life of a young bachelor millionaire. Ohhh the fun you would have.Although, maybe it is an inheritance of another kind. You know you come from a long line of secretive and eccentric American aristocracy. Your family name might not have been in the history books but you knew a Devlin was lurking near the.