Although she yes did protest, she tingled from head to toe in anticipation, her cunt wet and soooooo ready. Finally she felt his dick at the mouth of ...he tunnel, “no sir please,” she begged again. She felt his hands go to the top of her head, sliding along the floor still, keeping him laying above her, when they reached and cupped her head his whole body rammed up. She felt his cock enter her, sharp, hard, forceful. She didn’t know what to do. Tears in her eyes came as release because it. Frenzied now in its demands. Desperate to consume every last micrometre of the shaft that pulses between her muscular embrace. Sobbing and screaming as his meat is buried deep within her. Whimpering in delight as she pulls free, only to violently skewer herself once more. Him near invisible, hidden behind her fleshy pleasure, reduced to ring and cock and grunted desire.Her fingers get lost amongst her skirting. Pulling up the tight hemline; near apologetic at her own behaviour, her own desire,. I know that one, just as I know all the others. That one is the best, I think. "I wish I could kiss it and make it better." You could," I said. I smiled again.So he did. It wasn't time, yet, for the regulation New Year's kiss, but he set his champagne glass down on a lamp table, took mine out of my hand and put it down, too, and put his arms around me."It's early," he said, looking into my eyes, still smiling."Fifteen minutes to go. But I believe in starting early."He pulled me hard up against. I have dark blond curly hair that flows down my back and stops at the two dimples I have on my lower back, I have a pretty good figure, something I was rather proud of, as I go for jogs every morning. My legs are long and lean, my tummy flat, my butt is perky and cute, just like my tits, that are a C cup. I have heart shaped pink lips and big clear blue eyes. I stopped looking at my reflection and looked at the massive window that nearly took up my entire wall. I hope they dont have karaoke.