To think that a twelve-year-old could be hung like that was unbelievable. He had almost crippled her causing her to retreat back to her parents house ...or bed rest. She had the same recurring dream over and over again since night before last.Sarah's dream was that she was married and getting fucked but she couldn't feel a cock inside of her. Now, that was a nightmare. Every time she woke up sweating, she would remember that there was someone out there that had a cock that she could feel. She. Fascinated, by this erotic vision I match the rhythm of the dildo's slow thrusts with my own strokes. Blondie's head slowly lifts away from the women as loud gasping breaths escape signaling an imminent orgasm.A noise behind causes my heart to skip a beat, but not my hand as it continues to stroke. Spinning back from the window I burrow deep within the vine leaves, My breathing deep and ragged as the sounds of sexual lust, pouring through the window continue to beckon. A shadow moves across the. “Make it nine she said over her shoulder.” She paused and then asked, “Is there anything you don’t like?” “No, I’m easy. Bye” I waved and then she was gone. Denise had cleaned up, the fridge gleamed and something smelled really good on the cooker. Suddenly, in her presence, I felt guilty, which was completely irrational. Surely, as the Master, it was my prerogative to do as I pleased and, if that meant pleasuring another woman, then so be it. Somehow, I wasn’t convincing myself. Later,. Your cock bobs for me and I bite my lip. My eyes on you as I blush a deep red and arch my back a little more, my ass pushing back a little, and start to pee. Feeling it run over my bare lips and down my legs, knowing it is making a puddle on the floor. Hearing you groan as you rush over to coat your cock in the last of my stream before you slide your wet dick along my sensitive puffy pussy, forcing a shiver out of me. Your cock twitching against my wet lips as I smirk, knowing my little pee.