It was so big, I wasn’t sure I could take it all in. He gently, and expertly rotated his hips as he slid deeper and deeper inside me. I gasped, and ...urned my yelp of pain into a moan. He pumped so slowly, and so gently…if felt like we were made for each other. He pumped faster, then slower, then harder. It was almost a perfect rhythm until he thrust hard once, and then again. Then he began to fuck me hard. So hard I thought he was going to split me open. It hurt. But it felt good at the same. More than a mouthful is a waste." She giggles. "Yes, he did say that more than once. I wasn't sure if he meant it, since he has more than a mouthful with you." "He meant it, Dee. He always tells me that proportion is way more important than size, but I think my C cups are almost bigger than he really likes. I was a small B when we first met. I'll be honest with you though, these are adorable." I lean down and roll my tongue around one nipple and she gasps and stiffens. I withdraw and look up at. "Oh putain James qui est si bon sooo pleine vachement complet. Oh se il vous plaît le baiser! Se il vous plaît confiture baiser mon cul! " Qui est le cul?" Je ai crié que je me enfonçai dans son disque.«Votre James! Ton cul!" Dit-elle. "Fuck it James, baiser le cul vous possédez maintenant." Elle a crié. Je ai commencé à glisser dans et hors l'aide de longs mouvements lents pleins tout le chemin juste pour que la tête de ma bite est resté dans son trou du cul et tout le chemin du retour jusqu'à. With the Prime Minster arriving that afternoon, Thor and Sven were both in favor of going out and testing the weapons.Being more than a little interested myself, we packed the magazines as well as two copies of each weapon and headed out to the range. The range was more of a desire to have one than actually having a range as there were no distance markers or set firing lines. The two things the range had was a pile of dirt Sven and Thor were calling a berm but that was being generous plus a few.