As she turns to face me I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me, kissing her hard and deep. Her body goes limp as she returns the kiss, moaning i... the process. I push her up against the back of the kitchen counter, shoving my pelvis into hers, making her feel my now rock hard cock through my pants. “Take off your clothes” shes says, “Let me see how hard you are”.I pull my shirt off, followed by my pants and boxers, my cock sticking straight out. She then gets down on her knees and takes. Topping the tight little slit was an inviting fleshy little clitty hood. Above that was a light wisp of pubic hair, naturally almost hairless. Her legs felt very smooth, but not shaved. My tongue darted out and probed at the clitty outcropping, fingers stroking the tight pink flesh of her pussy. She reacted immediately, groaning and crying out and opening her legs wider. Soon I was fingering and licking her, and had her spread wide with my tongue gliding up and down her slit. I squeezed. I didn’t leave until 5pm on Monday to go to work. That was a lot of hours every weekend, sequestered with my new hung, gangster boyfriend. We never left the mansion. I never wore any clothes. And Anthony popped Viagra so he could fuck constantly. It was a lot of dirty, sweaty sex. And on long holiday weekends like Easter, Memorial Day, the fourth of July, and Labor Day, he would arrange for us to fuck for five or six days. We got to know each other really well, baby. I mean really well. Are you. He stood up and undid his shorts and pulled out his hard raging cock. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet cunt. He then grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her head back, making her arch her back, and growled in her ear, “Now I’m going to fuck you like the little whore you are.” “Yes please,” she begged ever so softly before she could even stop her words. “You want it don’t you, you little whore?” he growled, hearing her beg. He slapped her ass cheek hard with the palm of his.