We’re not there yet.”“Can we get there?” She said, impatiently.He crept his hand right where her pussy met her thigh and let it linger.“Sean...”“What do you want?”“You know what I want.”“Tell me what you want.”“I want you to play with my pussy.”“Say please.”“Please, Sean. Please play with my pussy.”He moved the little thong over and started rubbing her clit in slow circles. Having not masturbated in a month, the sensation was intense. “Good Girl.”She felt those words course through her entire. At one point I see his hands come forward like he’s about to try and grab my head. In response I do not stop but my hand creeps forward from between his legs, gently at first but squeezing more and more firmly until the hands retreat. It never hurts to remind a partner who is in charge, and if I decide to deep throat a guy it will be because I want to, not that I let them fuck my face.I pick up the pace still further, and it is perhaps 30 seconds before the hands fly out again, this time to the. It was merely that he was so phenomenally hard , the tip of his big cockwas drifting upwards away from the big wet slot, and it is big, boys, I DO have a grip of iron, but plenty of room for BIG cocks at Chez Helena. He fed the nine inches of his fat cock in, the broad knob pushing my insides apart , the gushing pink walls of my cunt. His concrete - like thighs banged into the backs of mine. Any reputable source will confirm that there isn't room for nine inches in anyone's even if you've. I don't feel like arguing about Dempstead's Solution or the Disease. Please, honey, not tonight."Laura looked at him, almost as if suspecting that he knew that he could not win an argument, and was trying to get out of it for that reason. Then her face softened, it became more beautiful as the anger and determination drained from her face. She even managed a smile."I'm sorry dear. I guess we've both been strung out by this whole thing. But you know, it is..."Dave held up a hand immediately when.