. Just the sight of you, the warmth of you and softness of your skin has gotten to me. The stirring in my cock is making me regret my decision not t... wake you up… Because as my fingers gently caress your exposed skin, “up” is exactly what I am becoming.I lean forward and kiss, ever so gently, the nape of your neck. You skin is hot on my lips and my tongue darts out to taste you… I kiss you again, and my tongue moves across your shoulders before heading down your back. I feel your breath. He lay on top of me, breathless and heaving, trying to regain composure, and I seethed under him.I was close to having my orgasm, but he lost control and our cumming together remained a fictional fact, while he relaxed in the comfort zone, I was still yearning and my internals were grasping a nothingness, where once there was a meatiness, sending pure pleasure through every ridge inside my vaginal wall, my hips echoed a pointless gyration, as I tried in vain to bring myself off.He got and made. ..watch true pleasure...˝The young blonde trembled in fascination at the act of rape of a man by a woman. The rapist's beauty was unparalleled, too. The lady had not considered herself lesbian before, but she would now most likely be severely tested in that aspect. As the Princess of Themyscira felt the man underneath her accumulate brain damage from her abusive face-ride, she took a more controlling role- literally. By pinching and pressing certain locations on the man's head, she made him. He was just grinning as he leaned back in his chair, a Maxim magazine held loosely in his hands.The last was the oldest one named Memo. He was old enough to be their father with short black hair that grayed on the sides, a graying mustache and beard, and a round stomach that hinted to his continuous love of beer. He was also dressed casually, a can of alcohol in his hand as he leaned in through the door to see a soccer game that was playing on the TV. You can only shake your head and ignore.