With Mathewgone, he could try out some of the numerous different options andscenarios built into the avatar's computer interface. He had chosen well.J...liette looked a thousand times better as a young girl. Hell, he'd fuckher. He wasn't totally sure what to expect when he had selected the "TeenPrincess" scenario, but the resulting fireworks had been more than hecould have hoped for. He had to type a little of the dialogue into thespeech bubble at the bottom of the screen, but the system's built. Tall and light-skinned, with dark, raven hair, which flowed to her waistline, and almond black eyes. She was a true head turner as she floated down the fashionable avenues of Manhattan. The sexual fantasy of any man, she had committed herself uniquely to David, who was two years older, and tall, like a stallion, with a slightly boyish, innocent face. His quality character set him apart from so many of the devious people at the office and that was what initially attracted her to him. They lived. She had never for her life imagined herself kneeling under her boyfriend’s desk with her skirt around her waist and her blouse torn open staring at his moist, dripping cock. Was it already too late to refuse? She caught herself licking her lips as she looked at the glint in her boyfriend’s eyes. Yes. It was much too late. She reached out for his cock but her hand was slapped away. “No hands!” Maarten ordered harshly. He angled his cock towards her mouth to help her get her lips around it. She. I could feel it spasm under the hot, wet lashings. My pussy was full again; I could feel the woman's fingers touching me in places only a man had touched before. Once again, I found myself rocking on all fours against my will. My ass was sucking a finger into it. My pussy was dripping with juice, and the juices were running down my thigh. I wasn't sure if I had a cock or a hand buried in my twat and then I felt again a hard pressure on my asshole. It opened obligingly and accepted the hard.