He accepted and promised that he would see that I was fucked hard and often. That's what I want. I love the feel of a cock thrusting in and out of my ...ody. I love to suck. I don't care whether it's cock, pussy, tongue or tit. I'll suck anything. I need to cum. I need it so badly. I've been fingering myself since I was 13. By 15, I had a girlfriend who did it with me. At 18, I gave my virginity to a boyfriend. Now, at 22, I am Michael's. He can do anything he wants with me.And when we started. Daring each other, we counted One, Two, Three... and submerged. Surfacing with exclamations of how cold the water was, we began cupping water in our hands to sluice off a variety of body secretions. Underwater, my hand cupped her between her legs and, mindful of how tender she must be, gently inserted one and then two fingers inside her. She hissed as the cold water reached up to cool parts that had to be red and swollen from our sex before relaxing into my arms as we kissed.My fingers were. Jake pointed the gun at Béla. She felt herself tense up. The gun clicked.Relaxing, Béla said, "Do you want to play that game, again?" and smiling to let him know she was willing, now that he had a gun with a silencer on it, to let him do anything he might want, right here in the apartment."Nope. This isn't a revolver," he replied, "You can't play Russian Roulette with it. This one will go off every time you press the trigger – sometimes more than once." You promise?" she asked, pretending to be. I heard a moan. I always find that to be encouraging.I made myself comfortable next to her pussy and licked it as I pushed the carrot deeper into her cunt. When all I had in my hand was the 'handle" I began a slow, gentle, carrot fuck.My tongue was circling her clit as I shoved my carrot dick in and out of her cunt. She was probably hornier than I was because she came quickly and hard. I feared for the integrity of the carrot.I had earlier in the evening decided that since I had carved two.