“What do I do now?” “Well, first we apply lots and lots of lube. We Y chromosomes don’t have the same self-lubricating orifices as you lot.”...“True. What then?” “That depends. How do you want me?” “Hmm.” She rested her finger on her chin in mock contemplation. “I think, to borrow a phrase from you, that I want you to get on your fucking hands and knees.” He grinned, and he felt her climb onto the bed behind him, felt her hand reach between his legs and appreciatively stroke his hard cock.. The mix of information was so confusing that I thought I'd just wing it and do what came to me naturally.Jenny had asked me to come over that afternoon so I finished up at school and headed home, placed my bag in my room and walked over to Jenny's.I knocked on the door and heard her jogging to answer it "coming!" She yelled, I was already rock hard knowing what was going to happen next.She opened the door and scanned around to see if anyone was looking, grabbed me by the belt buckle and pulled. I spent the morning reading the news off my computer and sipping my McDonald’s coffee. It was way too early to be in the office but that was my work life then. I was eager to break free of that job and move into a more senior role elsewhere, but after many interviews I had no luck. As my coffee began to get cold I felt my phone buzz. It was Christine. Christine: Good morning xo Attached was a photo of her on her bed. Her gorgeous C cup breasts were out and looked just like the photos she. I feel the full effect of his dick and powerful hunching as I scream my love for this furry a****l's cock, head flailing uncontrollably with each forceful thrust. I feel trapped, ****d, ripped and I love it! I feel like the pressure inside me is about to explode when I feel his knot swelling, pulsing and my mind melts as he unleashes a torrent of hot dog cum to sear my womb and addict my mind. I AM his bitch and I wouldn't want it any other way.I lay there on the chair unmoving, gasping as he.