. that’s it, baby, feel how wet you are? Feel how good that feels? When you are ready, just lift up and ... Yes! That’s it, sweetheart. Now, you c...ntrol how fast and how far.”Char began to sink a bit, freezing for a moment, her eyes wide. She pulled back off, but quickly sank more, her expressions a fascinating mixture of awe, desire, fear and pleasure. When I was finally fully sheathed inside of her, she sat there, a smile on her face and her eyes closed.“God ... that feels so ... weird, but. “Fuck the slut.” The boy grabs a handful of hair and pulls her aside as he rises to his knees, pulling her ass against him. He guides the bulb of his cock to her opening and pulls her down the rest of the way, and her moans quickly evolve to a scream, and soon a whimper, a reverie of whimpers, one for each thrust. He buries himself deep into her, loving her cunt through proclamations of ownership that serve feed her frenzy. His cunt, he calls it. His bitch, his whore, his slut, and he makes her. Not an actual fortress type of castle as she had expected but rather a castle shaped formation of colored sandstone that towered over the surface of the lake. The dwindling evening sun was a huge ball of fire that shot its rays between the formation’s two mighty ramparts. The sky was alive with color and fire. She stood speechless as if stricken dumb by the brilliance of the spectacle, tears brimming along her long eyelashes and trickling down her cheeks. She reached for him and pulled him. The boss's smutty hand leaves its mark there as he squeezes and pinches at the shape of your nipple. Suddenly there's the sound of a car door slamming...'Oh no ! It's my hubby....', I hear you gasp,......in an instant you've buttoned up and my boss has sat down at the table to finish his coffee. I slink back into the room too and resume my work on the boiler . As your hubby stays in the house there's no chance for further hanky-panky that morning but I see you in a new light. Later on my boss.