I tell her that I have had a vasectomy. Sometime during that month I even tell her, and mean it at the moment, that this is the first time I have ever...regretted the vasectomy because I might have wanted to have a child with her. It was that kind of month. Fortunately we were saved that mistake. Soon enough we explored. She accepted everything. She greedily wanted everything. But there was warning in her very innocence. A thirty-three year old woman with her looks who has done so little? She. When I reached there she attacked me from the back and pushed me on the bed. She jumped on top of me and in one perfect shot inserted my tool inside her hole. She started jumping as if a bungee cord was tied from the ceiling to her body. Her hole was still tight and blood was rushing out from her torn hymen as well as from my torn foreskin. But who cares. I felt the pressure building inside my cock as I caught hold of her and rammed on the bed. I continued pumping my cock inside her hole as she. My hands were on the top of her head pulling her into me. She slid my panties off and pushed my legs up together forcing my knees to bend. Then she started to lick my pussy. She knew what she was doing, teasing my lips sucking them in and licking down to my asshole. I had been wet since I saw her in the lobby and now I really loosened up. She opened my legs apart and looked up smiling, her eyes shining and she started to lick my clit. I was getting closer, my hips were moving with her touch, I. It was made of black leather with a ribbon on its handle and a violet heart embroidered on it. The other box that had bounced open had contained a black leather collar and matching cuffs, along with some miniature padlocks and a length of thin-but-non-the-less-sturdy silver chain.Sam looked up at Lucy, a smirk on his face and his eyebrow raised. He was about to make a remark, but he noticed how red Lucy had gone and saw the panic in her eyes. He quickly stuffed the offending items back into.