But no matter where you are in this world you can keep in touch with anybody, well that’s the beauty about the 21st century. And we exploited that f...ct by talking to each other more often .She even confessed to me one day that she talked to me more than she talked to her boyfriend. I felt bad about that and I tried to reduce the frequency but I realized that I couldn’t able to talk to her. Soon we became really close and we shared conversations which were supposed to be shared with a trusted. ‘UH… uh… UH… UH… uh… UH… uh’ Ala moaned to each thrust. My balls slapped hard against her pussy lips. I’m sweating all over you.’ I said. Our bodies were sliding against each other as if covered in grease. As my cock pumped her pussy, we kissed and licked each other’s face and neck. The room had a strong smell of sweaty sex. My balls were completely wet with her pussy juice as I shot more and more pre-cum into her. Ala sunk further and further into the mattress as I rammed myself into her. Swollen with hours of teasing milk from a bloated teat just as it is now milking your own tumescent member. Nature has nurtured this pistoning fist, trained it to stroke and squeeze and manipulate your heated flesh." No, Mary, surely that can't be. How could you the High Priestess of Victorian Realism have been a lowly, slatternly, country harlot? A teat milker. A cock milker. A wanton, bucolic slapper ready to lay with any John Thomas that would avail himself of your bushy haystack. Tell me. ‘Mmmm!’ Wendy groaned, ‘Your cock, and your spunk, taste EXTREMELY delicious. But I have yet to feel you slipping into me, and banging my hungry walls. I REALLY need you in me, RIGHT NOW! Please, PLEASE, slip it in–and HURRY! I NEED you to fuck me NOW, before I COME all by myself!’ Brad happily obliged Wendy’s request to finally enter her pussy, which had for so long hungered for the deep thrusting of his thick, loving cock. He climbed between Wendy’s raised knees, pressing his huge cock head.