Peter was getting antsy. He uncrossed and re-crossed hislegs, satisfying his need to feel the lipstick tube one more time. Thenext magazine in the pil... was "Fly Fisherman."Peter nearly moved on to the next in the stack, but as he picked it uphe noticed the cover was loose around the contents. As it slid betweenthe slick cover pages, he saw a flash of stiletto heel and fishnetstocking near the bottom. Another magazine was inside of it! Petercarefully placed the magazine in his lap, glancing. I let my hand touch the side of his face. I run my finger along his bottom lip. I do love his lips. Then, I drop my hand. He gives me a half smile. I surprise myself with the force of my response as I slap the shit out of him. I have had enough. “Men like you think money is the end all be all, you arrogant fuck. Have I ever given you any indication that I give a shit about your money or what you do with it? And besides, if that was all that I wanted there are a lot less complicated ways to get. I had, after all, never seen a vagina up close, let alone touched one. Wildly I licked her pussy lips and nibbled at her clit. She seemed to enjoy it too, judging from her panting and moaning. I also found her cunt to smell very nice, something that surprised me since I had always heard that cunts smelled badly, but the somewhat salty scent that filled my nostrils actually really aroused me.I kept licking away at her cunt, but because she was blowing me in such a great manner it wasn’t long. .then he flips your whole body around in front of him and onto my couch so your ass is facing him...he shoves his erect rod into your pussy and goes to town, pounding away for an hour...you keep cumming so hard, so often you lose consiousness twice. -- At this point, you no longer care about how brutal he has been...you just want more! -- He sits on my couch and slips your cunt onto his giant dick and with his large hands holding your hips, beging lifting your entire weight up & down on his.