“I said stop!” She punched him in the chest with her tiny fist.“I'm not done yet.” He pushed her head back under the water.This time she was r...ady and did not swallow any. She pulled her head back up immediately. “I don’t want to do this anymore. You can’t make me!” she continued to shout. Chad pushed her head under the water again but this time kept his hand on her forehead so she could not lift it. She glared at him from under the water for a while but eventually began to panic.She scraped at. We spent an hour doing what she had in her mind as to what she believed was making love. She already knew that I wouldn’t love her or her sister in the way she was already starting to love me, as Darren. I found that both girls had already loved me as David by the time we got out of the hot tub in Washington, before I popped their cherries. I took things slow and gentle, causing her to get many intense orgasms without me needing to feed her any orgasm energy at all. She had her arms and legs. The pants were part of the unofficial, “official dress-code” of McSluts. The shirt was a black tube top that showed generous underboob and cleavage but no areola. The thin piece of fabric that did cover a small amount of breast had red block letters that read SLUT. “What are our options, cum-bucket?” Ben rubbed and squeezed Felicia’s ass.“Umm—w—we…” Felicia stuttered, trying to recover from this man’s vulgar attitude and obscene language. She was used to being felt up, she had gotten used to. My craving for sexual pleasure was so intense. Nothing else mattered. I could screw anything. When I am in this high constant state of sexual arousal, my nipples stand out like beacons and are super sensitive. They will leak fluid. My husband and lovers, all love to fondle and suck my extended tits. Wil took me in his arms and kissed me passionately. The love of my life told me I had an incredible promiscuous harlot in me at present. He said it was beautiful to see me so desperate for.