He really was an arrogant sod, but then, I suppose he was entitled to be.He began to shaft me gently, never getting more than half of himself in. I go... hotter and hotter, working my haunches co-operatively. Oh, what a man he was! At last I could stand it no longer. „G-Give it to...m-me...“ I gasped. „A-All of it...“He rammed fully into me and I cried out. I was stretched to the limit, utterly filled. I could not recall anything so big in me before except possibly, when a woman friend had fucked. She appreciated the slow in all accord, especially in sensual matters. She fed my appetite for more than even I imagined and brought to the table a collection of fantasies and heat beyond my wildest dreams. She knew the fine art of window dressing, and the tease, the allure. She shared openly in my ear her deepest dreams and fantasy scenarios. She was the first I’d felt open enough with (while we read to each other some of each other’s work), to openly caress myself, encouraging her to do the. Long blond hair, well past my shoulders, five-seven, long, tan legs, narrow waist, light blue eyes, yes, yes, my breasts, well, he loves them, they’re very firm, C-cup, just, full and round with small, pink nipples that seem to be hard almost all the time. So, I did look good topless and, of course, he started wanting bottomless pics after that. The months went by and I slowly acceded to his wishes until I was finally posing open-legged, pulling my labia apart or with a dildo inside, you know. His darting fingers caressed her cunt-lips through the filmy cloth, and her cries of protest turned into moans of carnal excitement. Her head tolled. Hey arms went limp.“You’ve got a hot little pussy.” he whispered.Nancy fought harder, slapping him across the face and trying to scratching him. But Barry slid his fingers under the elastic legband and when he touched her delicate pussy hairs and soft cunt-lips she received the strongest jolt of excitement yet. Once more, her.