He doesn’t slow, even picks up the speed a little more. It’s what I need, the dam lets go, and I begin to orgasm hard. The rippling effects it ha... on me, makes me cry out for him. I feel as though an oceans tidal wave is drowning me in pleasure. It’s scary, but overwhelmingly good, at the same time. How it’s possible, I don’t know. I don’t even care, I want more of it. Nicolas has no desire to stop, he continues to please me. My walls throb around him, pulsing hard. He has slowed down a. Tom’s eyes droop in crestfallen shame, and I can’t keep up the façade.“And I fucking loved it,” I breathe onto his lips, searching his eyes, “how long have you thought about me this way?”“Forever,” Tom smiles, “always. Did you ever…?”“I mean…” I giggle, “the thought has crossed my mind, but it was just my brain making connections from ‘a’ to ‘b,’ you know? Like: Tom is a man, men have penises, I like penises, Tom has a penis. It was never an actual thought.”“And now?” he asks me, pumping his. “wow!” she said, smiling even wider, “you have a big thing! It’s all hard and warm too!” she said, wriggling her butt back so his shaft was pressed against her warm little asshole. “thank you,” he smiled back, coaxing her, “speaking of which, I have to compliment you on your breasts. They’re nicer than some of the girls my age’s are.”“awww, you’re so sweet!” she cooed, “I like them a lot, they’re fun to play with. Do you want to try?” she offered sweetly“are you sure it’s okay? You don’t want. When I arrived Louise met me at the door. Taking me into the living room, she introduced me to her mother, who was a sort of older version of her daughter: attractive and well-built but taller and brunette where Louise was blonde. She was wearing a low-cut blouse which revealed that her breasts were even larger than Louise's and she gave me a hug, which started an erection stirring in my jeans.Bella made me feel at home straight away and during dinner we all talked non-stop. The food was.