He listened, going deeper and deeper. The discomfort was soon replaced with this wondrous filling sensation. I gasped, absorbing the sheer pleasure ru...ning through my body. We were looking into each other's eyes and his were full of a****listic instinct and love all at once, like he desired me but wanted to fuck me as gently and as hard as he could. I felt and heard his balls against my skin and I looked down and he was inside of me, fully inside of me, Christian was as deep as he could go.He. His real name is Wilfred Thurgood Omstead the second. You ever call him that you better be calling long distance from an untraceable phone. If you can drive it or ride it, he can ride it or drive it better. You ever see the second Beverly Hills Cop movie? The opening scene where the bad guys are making a run for it in a truck full of cigarettes and Eddie Murphy is bouncing around in the back? There's a scene in that chase where they spin-out a bus. If you look closely you'll see they watered. Patiently he sorted through the familiar faces and figures without success. Vivienne Valienti, Sarah Murdock and the girls were in the Clidarium of course, they’d been there for over an hour already and by looks of things on the monitors they’d be there a lot longer. But it wasn’t the women he sought. They were well occupied and that was what mattered. It was the men he needed but he only knew what one of them looked like. This lapse in security was most distressing. Murdock had been well. It doesn't help either of us that I am grinding out slow, hip-swaying circles against you in a tilted orbit as we kiss deeply. You’re groaning out through our kiss, my moans mixed with yours. I can feel how tight my arse is around your cock, the look on your face is bliss. You look so gorgeous when we’re making love. Not that you’re not always, just more so. Fuck! You make me so damn happy! Our kiss makes my lips tingle; your hands find my breasts, squeezing them tightly. You thrust deeper.