“Nooo… please…” “Do as I say.” There was an edge to his voice. It sent a thrill through me making it harder to hold on. All I could think ...bout was cumming. To be denied like this was torturous.“Fuck me!” I begged, pumping my hips towards him, impaling my fingers deep inside of me, my body undulating in waves as I finger fucked myself, each thrust jarring my metal piecing, igniting my throbbing clit with pleasure so intense I thought my heart my stop as I panted and moaned my way closer and. Her skin still appeared smooth and without blemish. Rebeccah told me that her mother was a fanatic exerciser even though there were no men in her life to look good forIn the privacy of her bedroom, I gave her a complete eye-over. She was an attractive woman with soft, brown hair and clear hazel eyes. Her lips were full and pouty. When she smiled her entire face glowed. While her breasts were smaller than her daughter’s they were still extremely attractive (Rebeccah’s were in the C-cup range.. He sucked it for a while and turned him around, leaning his upper body on the bed while his feet were on the floor. I worked for what seemed five minutes to get my cock inside his little ass. Once it was finally inside, I worked it only about halfway. He tried to move forward away from me but he couldn't. I warmed him up andI reached up and grabbed his shoulders pulling him back while thrusting my full cock inside him. He moaned so loud. His ass was the smallest little petite ass I've ever had. What was that?”“That was your cock, Donald. Your cock was saying good morning to his beloved — if somewhat battered — sheath who adores him. Your cock is a gentleman, Donald. What’s wrong with the rest of you?”“I adore you, Marion Whitfield.” A few minutes passed in silence and he said, “A penny for your thoughts?”“I was just thinking how incredibly lucky I am,” she said. As she replied, she moved as far toward him as the seat allowed. “Darling, I’m going to say something that may sound.