Time is irrelevant.Do you see the difference?I describe making love with words like kissing, caressing, stroking, massaging, soothing, touching, and r...leasing.I think of words like thrusting, spanking, plunging, pounding, and cumming when I think about fucking.Do you see the difference?I wonder what descriptors enter your mind when you say making love and fucking?When I am feeling vulnerable and soft, I need you to make love to me. Please, start with a kiss. Gingerly cup my face, taste my lips,. "I'm not wearing a bra!" replied Emily."Then flash your tits!" retorted Josie."Okay!" Emily replied grinning.She then turned to the window beside her, and taking hold of the top of her pink dress, she yanked it down exposing her little ebony boobs, and their hard black nipples, before she jiggled them at everyone walking passed.Then after a few seconds she pulled up her dress and turned back around."There! No problem, what so ever!" she then said, before she looked at me smiling and said "I. . thugs, really ... we had fired them. They had no association, no role ... nothing to link them to our project.”“I understand that you employed them, Mr. Adams. You accepted a recommendation and approved their selection. In fact, you terminated their employment barely a half day before they attacked and wounded not only our prime property owner, but also a close friend and associate of his in the same incident. Is my understanding of the event correct, Mr. Adams?”Adams felt an urge to get on. Her ass was tight and gripping. Yet, no stranger to this type of invasion, she took her Master’s finger with relative little discomfort. But his question was throwing her off. Her mind was afog with lust and pleasure and need. She could barely form a clear thought beyond a simple and primal fuck me, fuck me, dear gods fuck me. “Wh-what?” she croaked at last. “Tell me,” Rael repeated, punctuating his words with a twist of his finger up her succulent bottom. “Why you want me to hurt you.” “I.