"What the fuck are these?" said Horse. "Condoms," answered Shelly. " I don't want to get pregnant." Horse played with the condoms and them passed them...back to Shelly. "I don't use condoms, baby," he said. "I fuck my woman raw, not with some fucken plastic bag on my johnson." "But you have to," begged Shelly. "It's the worst time of the month for me.' "No fucking way," said Horse standing and reaching for his underwear. "I ain't never bagged it yet and I ain't about to start now." "Please," she. She done that for about a minute nice and slowly with little twists then pulled it off me and knocked the wall again. So much teasing, if she just kept going another 30 seconds to a minute I would have filled it right up.I pulled a cock hard enough to cut diamonds out and went to speak to her at the hole again. She asked how it felt and I told her how good it was but was a little cold, which did make it feel a bit "alien". She then stood up, lifted her skirt to show me her panties again and she. Wouldn’t go out with me again, saying that I’m possessed by the devil, which, for real, maybe is true... You see, something’s been in me, overtaking me, ever since me and my folks moved into the mansion my parents bought at a hefty discount, because of it being allegedly haunted... Some background perhaps is in order... The mansion, a massive structure, built from beige quartzite stone, was designed to look like a castle and has a conical front-facing turret, three chimneys, and a Roman-style. Two strokes and I was stiff in her hand. Shaylasmiled, took me in her mouth and started a beautiful,wet blowjob. I threw off my jacket, lost the tie andshirt, and stood there with my hands resting on thesides of Shayla’s head as she bobbed on my dick.She squeezed her breasts and massaged her clit as sheno-handed the blowjob, all the while staring straightup at me. She came up for air, and murmured,“So�fucking�hard.”I pulled her up to her feet, and kissed her again. Nosweetness.