. please fuck your whore. Please, I need your cock...I need it inside me sooo much. Please take your pleasure out in your filthy whore now..." I whimp...red, nearly to tears now. He gripped my hips with both hands and plunged his ten-inch long sword into me the full length in one slick motion. I died right then and there. "Ohhhmyyygoddddd!" I screamed so loud it hurt my ears. "Ohmygod, ohmygod,ohmygod," I cried out as he began slamming into me as hard as he could, driving that cock into me lie a. She felt heady, yet more alive than ever as the invasion of her mouth went on.When his left hand, which had been behind her back, reached around her torso and cupped her left breast she gasped into his mouth. Somewhere in her head her worries and apprehensions melted away like butter in the sun. She felt right, with her mouth locked with Macro's and his hand gently playing with her tit.She barely registered it when her right tit was touched by a small hand. She opened her eyes lazily and found. I may have worn Prada, but Miranda Priestly was no role model of mine. Instead, I looked for someone with the drive and gumption I needed to run the office.My problem was that, for the first time in my life, I was popular. In Concord, New Hampshire, I was recognized as a person of influence. If I called the Governor, she took the call. If I told the Republican Committee so-and-so, they would make it happen. Everyone wanted to be the one that made me happy. Mostly it sickened me. I knew toadies. As I increased my pace she started to breathe heavily. Her moans were intoxicating. As her first orgasm hit, she locked her heels behind my knees and thrust her pelvis up causing me to go deeper but also stopping my thrusts. Her moans turned to panting squeaks that I found adorable. To this day if I hear anything close to that sound, I’m taken back to her first orgasm with me.After what seemed like minutes she relaxed enough for me to continue. I started thrusting again with my finish in mind.