"No, Hermione. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I was just trying to show you, how insecure I feel when it comes to you," Ron answered immediate...y."Why? Why you feel insecure about me?" she asked him trying to find an answer."Because you don't believe I'm worthy, Hermione! Whenever I do something good, you looked so surprised that... that you make me doubt about myself," Ron answered, walking away from her and looking outside of his window."What? What are you talking about?" she asked him. Her thighs were as wet as she dropped full glass of water on it.I started pounding her pussy harder. Every stroke was making a slapping sound below and deep moan above. “2 more minutes”, I thought to myself, “I won’t be able to hold more than that, she’s too wet and her pussy is too warm, it’s driving me nuts.” Suddenly, I could feel her reaching for climax.As I felt her body reaching for orgasm, I let go as well. Her body was jerking hard as she came, one fit after another, while I released. He certainly was a man fully gifted in these parts, his prong being fully a foot long and some inches in diameter, and being naked as he was, his huge balls dangling below this horse-like prick, it was enough to startle any girl, and Anna gave a little scream at the sight and again buried her head in the cushions.‘Come, Anna,’ I coaxed her, ‘surely you are not at all afraid of that monster! You have just been crying for more and more, and here when I provide you with a real honest-to-goodness. I used to be a porn star. I am the mind behind the series called "Erotic Fantasies." Yes, I get paid to be around hot women, watch them have sex, and periodically take part in it myself. You might think that it's the best job in the world (which it is), but it took me a long time to get here.It all started when I was a sophomore in high school. I was sixteen. I was an aspiring writer writing poems and short stories in class. One day after school, my needs took over and I masturbated to porn..