They never were, and Zendaya whined , a pitiful sound as she pressed back against Noon. Already she'd taken his knot three times, just this afternoon,...but it wasn’t enough, she needed more, always needed more. Noon's cum was leaking out of her at a steady rate and Zendaya already missed the pressure of it stuffing her full, the warmth of Noon as he mounted her, the weight of him against her back, the desperate rutting into her as Noon bred his bitch-“Noon, please,” Zendaya whimpered, feeling. Steve's story broke my heart. Then she told me that it was Tracey, her lover's face, that flew into her mind, with laughing, candid blue eyes that seemed to wink in approval at the sight of me, sprawled helplessly. Steve wasn't convinced that it might not just be wishful thinking. All those years of soulless, emotionless prison sex - no matter how physically stimulating - had left a void that nothing seemed to fill. She tried, in her own way. She'd changed a few into the sexual creatures they. I was sitting in my favorite coffee shop reading; the night of terrors. I was intrigued by the plot line, and my friends said it was a good book, so I picked it up and began reading. I was pleased with the way the writer kept her readers absorbed in the story. A skill that most have lost over the years but is always refreshing to find an author that knows how to keep an audience. But this is not why my night was unforgettable. It was the girl who walked in, she was the most beautiful girl I had. ‘Morning,’ I smiled. ‘What time is it?’ He smirked back. ‘One in the afternoon.’ I quickly shot up. ‘That’s not morning! That’s afternoon! I have things I need to do.’ I tried to jump out of bed but he brought me back quickly and wrapped his arms around me once more, embracing me tighter. ‘Stay with me,’ he cooed, ‘I’m not ready to get up.’ His voice was smooth when he spoke to me. I felt his cock push into my ass as he pulled me even closer. ‘You feel pretty up to me,’ I smiled. ‘I meant.