"Oh, my goodness, what have I done?"She suddenly came out of her daze, stopped masturbating and pulled the covers back over her nudity. "Oh, that's BE...TER."Cord had not yet removed the suit. He stared at her - he stared at the suit. He turned the microwave unit back on - to high, as it had been. He looked at the woman who had started to blush and apologize. As soon as he turned the MW on she stuttered, stammered in confusion and began to move her loins under the covers."I'm hot again!" she. ‘Ride me, Elise. Ride my dick,’ he commanded. ‘Oh yes, Christian. Your dick feels so good in me. You are in so deep.’ Elise was pinching one nipple aggressively as her other hand plunged into her wet heat, every so often rubbing small circles on and around her clit. She could feel the tightness boiling up inside her as she pushed herself toward climax. Christian was pumping himself equally forcefully, not holding back. ‘Elise, let me fuck you. Let me stick my dick in you. I want all of you.’. ‘That’s the treble scale.’ ‘Every Good Boy Deserves Fudge,’ I echoed, amazed that the silly little mnemonic had stayed with me all these years. Nate chuckled in my ear. ‘Precisely. See? You remember.’ ‘It doesn’t matter anyway, I never practiced. And I was awful at keeping time,’ I confessed. ‘Well that’s easy,’ Nate reached past me to the little pyramid shaped wooden box perched on the top of the piano. He wound the key on the side, opened it, and set the weighted arm inside swinging.. With a roar of masculine need he pulled back a fraction, grazing his cock against the sensitive wall of my arse, then he shoved down with his hips with a ferocity that overwhelmed me. His cock speared deep into my arse. It felt like his arm and not his cock was fucking me. My hole was so narrow, so tight, that his cock was magnified proportionately. It delved like a punch that kept coming until it felt like acres of cock ploughed all the way to my throat.The sensation was so strong, so wrong,.