There is one memory that always sits on top of the happy jumble as if carefully placed there so I'll always find it when I want/need it. It's the one ... always come back to, whether I'm idly daydreaming or slowly masturbating to thoughts of you. It’s forever etched on to my mind so I never lose it. My jumbled memory puts us on a sunny Sunday, browsing the market a couple of hours after you woke me up with my stiffening cock at the back of your throat. The brightly coloured clothing on the. You’re starting to like this aren’t you?” She wanted to scream ‘no’ in his face, but she was getting lost in how amazing she was feeling. “Answer me Blake! Are you starting to like this or not?” “Yes.” She said very quietly. “What was that Blakey?” He asked as he slowed his pace. “Yes.” She said, slightly louder. “I can’t hear you.” “Yes!” She yelled out. “I fucking love it!” The answer seemed to shock Ken at first, and he stopped fucking her. “Really?” He asked. “Yes, I hate myself for liking. Blood trickled from her cunt as his dick slid completely inside her, stretching her cunt so that it gripped his dick perfectly. She couldn't believe he'd fit all eight inches inside her. She also couldn't believe how good, how perfect it felt to have her pussy stretched around her daddy's dick."Fuck", she moaned, her pussy pulsing as the pain started to fade. "My words exactly", Mark moaned as he started fucking her. He held her hips as he rammed his dick inside her again and again, her tight. With that wicked smile adorning your face you lifted your body and slipped your pussy over my cock and pushed it against my groin. Reaching for you with my hands you grabbed them and pushed them to either side of my body until I was being crucified by your body. Your breath touched my cheek and I felt your pussy slide up and down my hard prone cock. Your lips were masturbating me and I felt your clit touch the shaft of my rod. Each movement left a trail of juice and as you gasped cum washed my.