Almost a year now. I … I miss the closeness. I … I miss that feeling of ecstasy. With ... With someone deep inside me.”She paused again. She loo...ed at me, waiting for a some response. She leaned back in her chair. Pushing her chest out. She was not large on top, but she was not small either. She sipped some more of her wine finishing her current glass. I am not sure what she read from my face or body language. But my penis began to react positively to what she seemed to be suggesting. It began. As they descended, Peg was in a new state. After the fierceness of her innumerable orgasms, she now felt a tranquility and contentment that she had never known. She held tightly to Ron.He had stolen her dignity, trampled on her most deeply felt moral beliefs. And it didn't matter. She would do absolutely anything for him. No love for her husband, no moral beliefs, no belief in her own self meant a thing compared to his black cock. She would do anything for it, and for what it could do to. Jason reached up under her skirt and removed her drenched underwear. He then took his cock and guided it into her dripping wet pussy and wasted no time as he began railing her in the backseat of her car. Her screams and moans increased with every violent thrust he made with his cock. "Oh my fucking gosh! I'm cumming baby, I'm cumming! Oh you're cock feels so fucking good!" She began screaming and writhing underneath him as a huge wave of an orgasm came crashing through her petite body. He felt. I squealed, arching my back deeply. Oh fuck, I thought.There was a flurry of movement behind me, then the sensation of being yanked backwards. The only thing that kept me from hitting the floor was Jeremy’s iron grip on my hips.“Careful, Jeremy!” I heard Candice admonish in a playful tone. “Don’t hurt her.”“No, no,” he grunted. “I’m not going to hurt her.” His cock was still wet from Candice’s mouth, as well as the precum beading at the tip. I knew this because I felt it, all of it, as he.