“Don’t worry, love. Just fuck me. Fuck me slowly, but fuck me hard.” So I did. It appeared that neither of us had experienced sex on a kitchen ...able, so it took us a couple of moments to get the elevations and angles just right. However, once we did, it was pure bliss having my cock slide slowly in and out of a warm pussy, especially Mikey’s pussy. Somehow, it felt different, more erotic, knowing that my cock was fucking a bare cunt. In less than a minute, Mikey began breathing heavily, and. Easy access. He put his hand back on my pussy. It was warm and more than covered it. Then he picked up the magazine again to show me pictures of a couple fucking and pointed out how happy they look. I was scared but his hand felt good. He told me to lean my head back and close my eyes. I stared at him until he lifted his hand gave my little pussy a hard smack. It hurt and it made me cry. He slapped me again. My pussy was stinging. I did as he said. He began to slowly and. Just putting the brakes on the incipient mass fucking had let the men and women look at each other a bit, and Bernard’s suggestions for suggestive practical exercises had reminded them that there was more to their sensual sides than a quick squeeze, penetration and an explosion. Karen blushed at her own imagery, as she pictured herself and Bernard demonstrating the last exercise, in which she climbed on top of the dishwasher counter, allowing him to easily kiss from her toes to her lips. At. "Tony wasn't sure but something didn't seem right. He inspected his longred nails for chips as he whirled around and left the office intent onfinding the old man's shop.He hurried through the crowd toward the abandoned end of the mall. Thestore was gone! There wasn't even space for a shop, just a blank wall.But it had been here, he was sure of it. He ran his slim hands over thewall, being careful not to break a nail. Something was just not right buthe couldn't put his finger on it.As he entered.