Bree started rocking back into their rhythm and he went with it. “Finish fucking me,” she whispered.Bobby got back to fucking her but there was no...more in and out, it was back and forth, harder and then even harder, with their loins stuck together like glue, two bodies melded into one, pounding, trying to squeeze the cum out of each other like they were a couple of flattened toothpaste tubes.They fucked hard, they sighed and moaned along with the box spring, and Bobby’s dick moved very little. Actually, I lie: my ass hurts, and I burn where you intended me to burn. But…” I looked down, then up again, “But thank you. I want you to know how much I appreciate being given what I needed, to have you do it so carefully, and…and for saying you love me?”I ended the sentence as a query.He nodded. “You’re welcome. I enjoyed hurting you, but I think I’m going to enjoy loving you even more.” And he smiled. “Now,” he said briskly, moving on, “Your time as my slave is over. In fact, I owe you some. "Does this have to do with the Cynthia's planned attack the other night?" Becky asked. "Are you questioning your mortality again? If you are, don't get worked up about it. Everyone handled the situation perfectly and you weren't in any danger. I must say, for as unprepared as everyone was, I think they handled it ideally." No, it's got nothing to do with Cynthia's actions. Instead I'm wrestling with the concept of the afterlife. Of heaven and hell and what it means for someone to cross over.". So I made her sleep on my lap. Rashi was enjoying getting rubbed down there.Suddenly, my girlfriend started rubbing my cock which was already hard and there was a bulge in my pants. I knew what she was up to now. I had made the mistake of letting her sleep on my lap. She unzipped my jeans and pulled down my underwear, and took out my hard cock. Rashi, in excitement, said, “Woowwww.”I had to close her mouth with my hand while my other hand was still rubbing her pussy.Rashi removed my hand from.