My cock could get excited in a snowstorm as well. I just had to think about my cock and it would get hard for me.I turned off the radio so I could hea... the rain and closed my eyes as I fantasized about every guy I had seen that morning. There was a hot guy at the Starbucks. Another one was in the rest room at the breakfast diner I stopped in earlier. I had found a truck stop and met some hot truckers. There was a hot guy at the gas station pumping gas and our eyes connected a few times. There. Maxwell leaned against the door jam, glad for the support as his knees suddenly felt weak. Then just as suddenly the shock was replaced by anger. What the hell was Sharon doing in Matthew’s apartment? *** November 2002 ‘… as we have come to the end of our tenure here at the University of the West Indies, let us not forget that we are but one step closer to making the dreams we started with a reality. Thank you.’ Patricia felt flushed as the graduating class rose to their feet to give their. He’s buried inside her, her chestnut hair falling around her face to block the night sky.“I’m going to do this,…” she announces airily from a place where there are only stars.Blake’s mind is a void. She threatens to engulf him in sweetness like ripe pomegranates; it's sharp like slate. He can’t hold out much longer.“… For a bit..”Penny’s words land softly as she rides him, up and in, the column of his rigid sex disappearing inside her like a song. It makes her moan, it’s so good, her. He carried me to the living room and put me down on the couch. He pulled out his cock again and forced it in my cunt. I screamed with pleasure. Goddamn, he's huge, I thought. It filled every millimeter of my pussy."You're my fucktoy now, baby," he groaned between his moans."Yes, sir," I moaned. He held me down with a tight grip around my arms. My brain turned to mush. His dominance was the only thing I could think of; it was the sexiest thing I've ever experienced. With every thrust, he was.