I tried instead to yell, scream or make some noise, but nothing, not a single note escaped my lips.The feeling of panic got stronger as the engorged p...nis neared, the smell of unwashed genitalia filling my nostrils, my mouth flooding still and the need to vomit getting ever closer.It took an almost titanic effort to roll over onto my other side and the smell subsided along with the desire to hurl, but it didn't last for long as I was rolled back to face the cobra-like motions of the pink. For example, I do live with my wife, Lydia, in a town somewhere along the Atlantic seaboard within 150 miles of the coast between New York City and Wilmington, North Carolina. If you happen to live in some town or city somewhere in that geographic area of the country I could meet you anywhere in a town or city you might designate and I would always be able to get there within a maximum of 4 to 6 hours of driving time from where I live. You could then designate a town or city and a hotel/motel. I've never had something so real like that. I wasn't sure what to do with it. I held it in my hand and just ran my fingers along the length of it, seven inches I believe. It was a little weird to actually have something so lifelike in my hands. I just held it in my hands for a little bit. Once I was more comfortable, I took my tongue to lick around the tip. It was a little strange, but something about doing that just made me wet. It sent tingles straight to my pussy.Then I got brave, sucking. He said its ur choice. I was cursing my fate and he lifted me in his arms and laid me on the sofa. Spread my legs wide and entered my pussy while squeezing my boobs. Then he kept on fucking me. Then he sat on the sofa and asked me to sit on his cock. I was doing it first time so I did not know the experience. I sat on his cock as he guided me. It was very painful. His cock was going in and in and in. he pumped me violently. It was painful but had pleasure. Then he sprayed inside me. I did not.