”Oh my God!!” His smile grew as she looked up at him. “The crystal is an imitation ruby. Since you seem to enjoy talking about anal sex so muc..., I thought it appropriate!” “I can’t believe you got me a butt plug!! And gave it to me the first time we met!! You are a trip!” She shook her head and her blonde highlights shone beautifully as they caught the light. She slid the bag into her purse and laughed as she began to playfully rebuff him for being so forward. He offered to take it back. I had never seen a live person fuck themselves with their fist. “Why don’t you fist me? Put your fist inside of my cunt. Come on!” “Okay.” I stood up and walked over to her. She took her fist out of her pussy which was now pretty stretched. I pushed my fist into her pussy hole and fucked her with my hand. She was so fucking wet. She was squirming all over her bed. “Fuck me, Doug!" “I want you to come!" I continued to move my fist in and out of her pussy. Her pussy was so fucking wet. Her. The man who is proudly certain of his own value, will want the highest type of woman he can find, the woman he admires, the strongest, the hardest to conquer--because only the possession of a heroine will give him the sense of an achievement.'Check your phone Teach'.-J. Fuller*Ding! A message came over her phone. Still confused, Layla Pope picked up her phone and gasped.There was a picture of the biggest, hardest dick she'd ever seen, with pre-cum leaking out the bulbous, beautiful head. It. She was as tall as me in her six inch black patent heels. Her skin was as pale as Botticelli’s Venus. Her radiant face was beautifully framed by raven hair hanging straight down to her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. She was wearing a halter neck black cocktail dress with a hem just above her knees, and her back bare all the way down to her waist. Though Brenda was 40, her breasts were a very perky B cup, with nipples pushing out the fabric of the dress. She looked like.