I’m a cynic nowadays and I would only quietly admit to myself that I’m crazy about you, you would still know of course, but it would only be my ey...s that betrayed me and maybe I would cling to you a little bit too long after an orgasm, nothing too obvious. I can’t call it love making because the term makes me want to bite off my own tongue, I don’t however want to call it “Fucking” either because a fuck is cheap, any day of the week you can get one and it leaves a nasty taste like the hangover. A group of old guys in sweatpants and t-shirts who must have been going for their daily walk. There are about 5 of them and they are circling her like vultures on prey. She has no clue what was happening, she is mumbling a few things but nothing useful. They are cracking a few smiles and a couple of them make a joke that has the group laughing.You should have gone and stopped them but you're stuck, blood is pumping and you are hard thinking about what they might do to her. In a friendly tone,. And for a few moment I treasure the sensation, the connection of this highly erotic position. I return the favor and push a little further the path ever so inviting, feeling the tight walls of your pussy against my shaft. You respond and push your hips backward as more of me enters you, the moist warmth enveloping my long and thick member. I thrust deeply into you until the hilt is fully against the firmness of your rounded ass able to go no further; the top of my cock against the tight ring of. .” Dmitri mumbled to himself as he scanned the tops of the buildings. This was not the first time he had faced off with Kate Bishop and she had humiliated him countless times. “Had enough yet Dmitri?” Kate taunted from the rooftop of the brick building she was on right before letting loose another two arrows at two unsuspecting goons. They go down. ‘Three of nine. Can’t wait to tell Clint this story.’ Kate grinned at the thought. Dmitri cursed in Russian once more. He could feel himself.