She seemed to sense it and got to her knees in front of me. Once again, she spread my pussy lips wide open and looked up at me with a smile.“C’mon... pee all over my face. I want to feel that hot piss.”She was such a slut, and I loved her for it. I spread my pussy open, feeling my pee about to come out. I groaned in sheer relief as I started to pee, I closed my eyes and didn’t even see where I was pissing for a few seconds. I opened my eyes to see Hannah reveling in my pee. Her face was directly. )ANYTHING AT ALLA womanWith a penisCan beAnything at allSTAID ROSESStaid roses,Petals pink and softAs vaginal walls,Droop inside their vaseOn the gleaming tabletopBeside the silverware,A sight which, reminding meOf their inevitable decay,Does not please me as muchAs it tends to dismay.A cunt is not a flower;It is not muchOf anything at all,But the metaphor,Once its sprouts its wings,Ascends to wheel and soar.An open mouthIs indecorousDuring intercourse,Even among acrobats,And dangerous. ”“Inertia?” Stephanie asked.“She’s living with me and I don’t want to change that. I don’t expect to want to change that. Maybe I never will. If things go like they’re going, she wins by default.”“That’s a stupid way to decide, Steve!” Stephanie declared vehemently.“Is it? Stephie and I love each other, we get along great, and we’re compatible in every way, including the sports we like. Why the hell should I even think about changing that at this point? It’s pretty much the argument Elyse made. Finally, just as she had sunk all the way down onto me so that her pussy hairs brushed against mine, I felt the end of my cock come up against hard muscular wall of her diaphragm. She let out a long sigh and ran her hands up over her belly. 'You fill me up inside,’ she sighed, massaging her swollen aureoles as she finally slowly began to move back and forward on my cock.Her swollen clitoris rubbed hard against my pubis and, as I held her by the waist, I could feel tremors of orgasm begin to run.