I felt her move back dragging me with her, I remember thinking that I had entered.........THE FORBIDDEN ZONE..... of her apartment, still I used my fo...t to closed the door then fumbled to find the lock and lock us in. Then I embraced her hard, as if I would never let her go, I responded to her kiss with fiery passion, I pressed myself into her, I grinded my member against he lower stomach and grinded her meaty yoni with my thigh. With all that was going on I still searched my mind for the. The stretching started to feel even more pronounced as I resisted the urge to push down early, moans turning into desperate mewls as I struggled to hold back.Two. My breathing hitched, and I felt it.It popped all the way in, even without the extra push.Every bit of air in my chest surged out at once, leaving not even enough to gasp or groan as the rest of the lube slid the length deeper inside.It slammed into my prostate and, without even touching it, my hard little clitty started to spurt.I. She took care not to block Jenna's view of the action; pulling her hair out of the way if it fell into her line of sight. Jenna watched, amazed, as her big sister slurped and sucked their brother's cock.'Do you think he can feel it?' She asked. Jill slid her head up and off my dick. 'Oh, yeah--he moves around and moans a lot, especially before he comes. Sometimes he even opens his eyes. But he never wakes up. And he never remembers anything about it 'cause he 'blacks out' when he's this drunk!'. I always seemed to be the damsel in distress, waiting for my good looking prince to come save me and whisk me away to his castle and ravish me. Or taken by a group of pirates, who used me as their sex slave. I know, but I was young then. It did somehow morph into something of a fetish.You see, I’m a submissive, both in and out of bed. That’s someone who conforms to the will of others, in a meekly obedient or passive way. Looking back, I’ve always been one. I did what my parents told me. I.