I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. Perhaps if I repeated it enough times in my head, it would suddenly become true. I tried to focus on all the bad t...ings about the man who had robbed me of my sense for the past two weeks. He was overbearing, overconfident, and completely unnerving. How could I even consider being with someone like that, someone who was wholly able to reduce me to an illogical, quivering mess? I ached. I didn’t hate Tripp. What I did hate was being a slave to my emotions,. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his cock. I wondered if I took my birth control pill this morning but didn't care really.I fell asleep with the biggest smile on my face. I woke up the next morning and could barely move. My pussy was sore as hell and I could barely walk to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror and my mascara was all over the place and I look liked a raccoon. I had bruises on my hips and on my ass from him smacking me on my ass. I took a quick. He had a nice, trimmed tuft of blond pubic hair. I walked toward him."Thing is, I don't know if I'll be able to do it to you, " he said. It was clear that jerking off together was not what he had in mind. "That's ok, " I said. "Do you think this'll be weird? " he asked. I looked down at his hot, cut, tight body and the throbbing dick. "No. I think it'll be awesome." We won't get caught?" "Nope, there's no one else here." He smiled.I knelt down. I started slow; licking up and down the front like. . I never imagined her boobs were soo big… She was very conservative in her dressing. The same night I went to her bed around 11 and slept hugging her from behind, she was facing to the wall.. She hold my hand and slept…But I wanted to touch her boobs and convey her what I ‘m going through, after 5 minutes I freed my hand from her grip and kept it on her ass…She didn’t respond…And then I kept my hand on her boobs she was quiet.I started to move my hand on her boobs… She was wearing only.