I held his head in place with my hands and began rocking up and down against his mouth. "Oh my Fuck, yesssss!" I managed between gritted teeth.I moved...my hips against his mouth, encouraging him to continue. This made him bolder and he began stroking my soaking wet entrance with his fingers as he continued to slide his gorgeous, hot tongue up and down my swollen wet clit."Yes baby yesssss! It feels so Good!" I kept saying between clenched teeth, practically begging him to keep at it, "Don't stop. He groaned as his loins stirred. There was a girl he wanted to bed, but right now that girl was not Joséphine Baillet. But did the dark gypsy girl even exist? Within the confines of his mind, she seemed real. Real enough for him to touch—he had even heard her speak his name for heaven’s sake. But he knew that she could not really exist. That she did not exist. Lorens looked around the room, searching for answers that he knew he would not find. The girl had been nothing but a hallucination. He. My wife is 5'8" tall, and weighs about 125 pounds. She is a brunette with naturally curly hair that cascades down to her shoulders. Her hair is so lustrous that it shines as brightly as her incandescent smile. I shared my fantasy with my best friend who has always been enamored with my wife. Together we brainstormed about how I could finally fulfill my voyeuristic desires. This is what we came up with: I told Beth that Jerry was taking massage lessons and would appreciate it if she would. She said that some of them had really big cocks. We talked for a quite a while. She told me that the only thing she ever had in her hole was the handle to her silver hairbrush and that it hurt the first time. She said that letting a black fuck her was something she would never do. She told me that one day when she was twelve, she had an older girl cleaning her room and playing dolls with her. The girl told her that she knew a way to make Beth feel really good. That was the first time Beth had.