“I need you,” I said, reaching for the waistband of his pants.“I know you do,” he said hoarsely, helping me roll his waistband down until his ...ock sprang free. He didn’t say anything, didn’t give me any warning whatsoever, lifting me by the hips, his big tanned hands spanning my caramel skin, lining his cock up with my pussy, his eyes burning dark as I finally sank down onto him. He was rock hard, throbbing inside of me, thick and long.He kissed my shoulder, looking up at me with those darkened. “Stop No No.” Megyn was screaming as she felt the slack in the chain tighten.Shawn laughed. “Stretch her out. Scream Cunt Scream.”“Click Click.” Very slowly to torment her they tightened the chain. “Don’t NOOOO.”“Damn Bitch, it’s just getting started. “The blocks started to slowly lift off the ground with increasing weight spread over Megyn’s body.CLICKCLICK CLICK“AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”Megyn screamed in agony as the winch raised so the concrete blocks lifted off theground.. "Pulling the boy to him, he kissed him hard, his tongue pushing through the lips, attacking inside. "You're my little English sissy now, boy," he teased. "Yes, Daddy, I am," pleaded Peter. No longer being made to fuck the cock, he was grinding himself against it, riding it. Nothing sexual had ever felt as good as this. His body was alive to every sensation; each movement within made his desire for more rise.Jack had hoped he had been right in his intuition about the lad, but this was better. By the time that it’s done, you’ll wonder what you ever did without me. Trust me on that, Signor Anton Mancini,” Vittoria assured me with a steamy French kiss now.“Vittoria Mancini has a nice ring to it, no doubt of that. But you’re sure that you’re fine with marriage to a lecherous American?” I teased her a bit now.“Si, mio amore! You’re no more lecherous than Italian men, trust me, and if I can handle that with them, I can with you as well. There’s nothing wrong with lechery, as long as.