This is Sophies story. ** Like millions of young girls worldwide, the last thing Sophie felt like doing was getting out of bed let alone going to sc...ool. Bed was safety, comfort, warmth the surrogate womb if you will. It was a place to dream of growing-up, of future romance and of late, somewhere to caress her developing body with not a little TLC. At just sixteen now, masturbation had become as frequent an event in her life as flossing those pretty teeth. If there is anything measurably. But I did my best.My efforts to engulf the head were futile as I positioned my head so that he could fuck my face. I got a portion of the cock in my face hole, but it wasn't easy. Finally, the cock slid back into the booth and the owner bent down and looked in at me. "Can I come over to your side?" he asked.It's not typical for someone to share a booth, but I wanted to get a better look at this cock, so I unlocked my door.A pretty good sized man walked in. he was younger than me and looked. I had selected a very expensive Benarasi silk sari for this year’s festival. It had a broad border with wonderful handworks in golden fibers. My hair smelt wonderful after a very satisfying oil bath and after wearing a few strings with jasmine flowers, I looked like a younger woman in the mirror. I smiled to myself seeing the admiration in my husband’s eyes once he woke up. It was his turn to get ready and he quietly went for the bath after applying a hell lot of oil on his head and body. I. She didn’t take the time to get it wet, just shoved it inside of me, and I feel myself being ripped apart as it goes in. The hard plastic against my pussy makes me shiver, and she pumps it in and out a few times and luckily enough I’m wet enough to make it not hurt. She smacks me hard across the face before pushing my legs above my head and pushing back hard inside of me. I cry out in pain and pleasure as it goes deep inside of me. She leans down and bites my nipple hard, slamming all the way.