“Harder! Harder!” Her screams filled the room and urged me to thrust as hard as I could.We were both sweating and the bed banged against the wall....My swelling cock told me I was getting close and I felt her tensing, trembling. Her tight pussy squeezed my cock. “Oh, my God. I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Fuck me!” Her screaming driving me out of my mind.When she erupted in wild convulsions, her pussy spasms gripped my cock. Her loud screams urged me to thrust faster and harder. My whole body tensed. She was still very much consumed by guilt and shame though. She wanted to talk to somebody but couldn’t muster enough courage to pick up the phone and call her parents or Max, for fear of not knowing what to say. That feeling lingered with her for the rest of the week. She asked for a day off on Thursday. She didn’t know how to face Kyle, but she had resolved to confront him on Friday. She could not live with that lingering emotion of shame and guilt. The only sensible thing for her to do was. She has shaved the pussy for me that day. I was breathing hot. Then I grabbed her and took her in the bedroom. Slowly I placed her on the bed and I again chewed her lips. This time I was very eager to see her booobs naked. I have already seen her boobs but with the dress only and I was ready to see that naked. She removed her low cut top and she was only with her pink bra. I was able to see the curve. Then slowly I kept both my hands on her boobs and she has closed her eyes. I told her that she. It was nothing she hadn’t thought a thousand times since – why was her throat burning to know that now Cole thought it too? ‘I didn’t marry Roger because I could not love him,’ she managed to snarl. Unable to meet his eyes – Sophie didn’t know what she would do if she found pity in them – she picked up a piece of gingerbread and took a savage bite. ‘Soph, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to distress you,’ Cole said. Ignoring him, she continued to cram the disgusting cake into her mouth only to find.