God just the memory of his mouth working over my skin made me arch and writhe. He knew how I liked the mix of passion and roughness and oh my god, the...feel of his stubble scraping over my delicate nerves. I was so wet, I wanted him inside me, to feel of his cock filling me and stretching, grinding into me. He played with my clit and it felt wonderful but I wanted so much more. I straddled his leg rubbing myself hard against him pushing harder against his fingers beginning to shatter but. His lips pressed further onto mine, more pressure, as I tightened my grasp around his neck, my hand lightly tugging at his hair. ‘Say something dirty,’ he whispered, as he slid a handful behind my ear. I could do nothing much moan light fully. With his hand still firmly between my legs he turned twisted, turning me onto my side – my back to his chest. Lifting my leg up and placing my foot onto his thigh he moved his fingers deeper into me. In the thralls of the moment I reached back my arms,. Writer A felt comfortable leaving his story there and moved on to make a standalone story. Writer B writes her stories as a consistent chain of events and wrote a part two to her story. If we pretend quality and initial popularity isn’t a factor, Writer A’s second story will reach just as many people as his first because it’s another story and there are no prerequisites needed. However, Writer B has a unique advantage and disadvantage. Her story is more enticing to readers who read the first. And then she put a skirt on that was'nt quite as sort but you could see a lot of legs and then we all put on high heels and went down stairs to get ready to go. We was all in the car going downtown to get my mom some material to make my sisters cheerleading unforms and my mom told me i was going to be the model for the unforms and we talked about what was going to take place when my mom pulled up to this store and we got out and went in to the store and a woman walked up to us and asked us.