My hole felt streched to its limit. I began to doubt if I could even take his cock inside me.He moved behind me and soon I felt the soft but firm head...of his cock. Slippery and lubed, he popped the head inside me and I screamed out. It was too big, it was too painful, I begged him to take it out. “Don’t clench, don’t clench. just relax” he said softly, his voice calming and reassuring. I pushed back against him, like I had my fingers, and he slid inside me. It was only the head of his cock, but. " Killed me. I truly wish sometimes that he had. It was not food the dragon wanted. He wanted a pet, a plaything to give him pleasure. He set the whole thing up and we all fell for it. The traveling story collector was the dragon. But don't feel bad he's had a lot of practice; he's been doing it for near two hundred years. So, please of your kindness to someone that has been through hell, I need pants, tunics, skirts, leggings, shoes, and an extra blanket or two. I would like also one of my. Ab mai story pe aata hun.Pooja mam muje history padhati thi aur kayi bacche unke yaha coaching karne jaate the mera dost b unme se ek tha ek din maine pucha ki vo kaisa padhati hai to usne bataya kiaha padhati hai vaha jyada bahe b nai hai aur sexy baate b karti hai t b aaja vaha padhne to maine pehle to mana kar diya phir kuch din sochne ke baad maine be tuitions join kar liya. Shuru me mai thoda sharmila tha pir maam ne mujse kuh baate ki aur wo nighty pehan ke padhati thi to unke boobs ke. He came closer to her and pressed his body against hers, holding her close, inhaling her warm feminine smell. It had been a long six months without a woman's touch and he reveled in the softness of her skin. She moved her hands down his body, unbuttoning his uniform, sliding her hands down his muscular torso until she reached his pants. She slowly unbuttoned those as well looking into his eyes all the while. She pushed his pants and boxers down and revealed his beautiful cock. It was quite.