“How’s that feel?” She asked. “To be honest… weird.” “Weird?” she laughed. ”We’re having sex, and it’s weird?” “Well hold on...” I defended. “You build a portion of your mind and your life around this ‘act,’ and when you finally do it, yeah, it’s weird. But, it’s good. And you feel great.” Now I was starting to move in and out of her pussy. But being inexperienced, I started moving my whole body instead of just my hips. “You don’t have to move your whole body,” she instructed. Thinking quickly, I. I remember how he walked into my office and without a word, leaned me over my desk and lifted my skirt. I could feel his hands roaming over my body from my breasts to my hips down over my ass. I gasped at his touch as his hand caressed down the crease of my ass and then back up again. Taking my panties in his hand, he forcefully ripped them down. His hands gripped tightly on my hips, and with barely a warning, he quickly thrust his cock into me from behind. I sunk into the bath and soaked in. She took my hand off and said no. I convinced her again with another kiss and press on the boobs.She unbuttoned herself for me and I put my hand on the vaginal area. It was with light hairs. I slowly massage the area and she started mourning again. I put my index finger into the pussy and she was getting into another world. She kissed and bit my neck and ears and put her hand on my chest under over the T-shirt. I moved my fingers faster and not so late she had cummed. I took out my finger and. He wants me dead. To him I was just the "emo faggot" who he can rely on as a punching bag when needed. So why did I find him so attractive? Maybe his soft yet firm-structured face, blazing blue eyes, whispy blind hair, thin but muscular build. I reached down and slowly unbuckled my belt, biting my lower lip. I slid my hand into my boxers and closed my grip around my semi-hardened cock. I adjusted my body into a comfortable position and slowly started stroking my shaft. Back and forth, gentle.