"well, come in!" she jumped out the way in her usual over excited manner, it was so cute!!!! i walked into her home and down the hall into her living ...oom and sat on the leather couch. she hardly had anything in this room. just a coffee table, tv a few book cases, and the couch. but i still found it cute somehow. she came in from the kitchen with two glasses and a bottle of wine, her skirt just floating up enough to see her panties again, a lovely deep red colour. she plomped herself down next. I’m panting hard as he keeps up his pace, shivers rolling through my spine. I have the feeling he’s getting close though. His hand holding my arms is gripping tighter, the hand on my waist moves back to my hip and his fingertips are digging into my flesh. Thinking about him cumming now is making his assault feel better and better. "Ohh Ethan," I purr, arching my back again. I can hear his ragged breathing as he pushes his dick in a little farther. “Unnnhh just like that. Don’t stop,” I. I will have to regret that for the rest of my life." She had stopped and was looking at me. I walked to her and knelt in front of her. "I most humbly beseech you, I beg you, please let me have another chance recognizing I truly don't know what to say or how to express my feelings well."She went to her knees before me and hugged me to her. "Arnoldo, I accept your apology. Let's work together to listen to each other."I moaned, "Thank you, thank you." I had to stop because I was crying. "Please. She was wearing a black tank top that read DickiesGirl that strained to contain her large round breasts, and a pair ofblack leather pants that squeezed and caressed every curve of her thighs.Her skin was too brown to be just well tanned, and her hair was black andcurly, not tight curls but just sort of wavy.Clearly she caught me watching her because she smiled at me. She reacheddown with one hand graced with long fingernails with white tips and ranit along the front of her pants. This was.