Without needing me to remind me, he started to pound her and mimic my actions. I couldn't believe it. A small kid cock was pounding away at my 18 year...old girlfriend. I asked her if she loved my cock, she answer with a yes baby!and continued with a fuck me deeper!faster!I guess she kinda could tell it wasn't as fast or hitting as deep as before.He spanked and squeeze her ass like i had done, but he also decided to be more daring and reach around to squeeze her tits, which awkward to look at. ." He started, bracing himself against the desk with his hands as he felt her hands travelling down underneath his stomach, finding the belt to his trousers and fumbling."Shh I know sweety I need it to, just relax and I'll be as quick as I can be okay?" She pressed, insistent as he felt his trousers loosen as the belt came undone.He knew what she could be like when this sort of mood took her, it didn't matter what he wanted or thought, all that mattered was her pleasure, not that he ever minded. From this moment, I was a real help for her.So things went their way. We soon got closer and closer. I couldn’t take my eyes off her and became a slave to her. One evening I helped her in the kitchen. When I saw her standing there in her tight jeans, I couldn’t hold back. Her butt seemed to be made by God, it looked so sexy. All of my blood rushed to my bell end, and made my cock almost jumping out of my jeans as my eyes fixed on her perfectly shaped curves. I didn’t know what happened to me,. If I want to give a number or email address or whatever to someone, I write it on the back of the card. It was definitely one of my cards. And I don’t hand out my cards to just everyone, so in all likelihood I had personally met whoever had this card.Beneath the image was a caption which read, “If you can find them you can free them.” At the bottom of the white caption area was another line typed in one of those fonts which are supposed to look like they are hand written. It said, “Or die.