"Timmy couldn't stand that Johnny couldn't just shut up and enjoy a blowjob. He wondered if he talked this way to girls on the outside and if that's w...y he couldn't get any to stay around. Then as if reading Timmy's mind, Johnny answered at least that question, "You know what's great about prison bitches? You don't have to be nice to them. You can just tell them how you're really feeling. Don't matter if you're skull fucking them or pushing their shit back up into their faggot bitch asses. Hey,. He hooks an arm under each of my thighs and props my legs up on his shoulders, sliding me even closer to him, then holding tight to my legs as he begins to stroke me harder. I lean back, propping myself up with my elbows so I can keep watching his handsome face. He stays deep, with small, fast strokes that are increasing in tempo and building me up exactly enough. I’m breathing hard and moaning my approval, which seem to encourage him to go harder and faster.“Tell me what you want, babe,” he. I was wondering if maybe all those years ago, I had set an imaginary bar that I expected other women to reach because of how I felt about you.”He kissed me again softly and concluded, “But you just blew my mind. I don’t think I’m going to be able to let you walk away again. Not without a fight girl.” He warned me.I was a little stunned to find I’d had such an effect on him all those years ago. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean for you to get hurt when I left.”He smiled sadly at me, “Sweetheart, you made. “Ok, here goes” And Harry put the tip of his head in as she winced with a bit of pain and then he shoved a bit in and she let out a yelp. He was half in and the tightness was great.She was biting part of the cloak with winced eyes as he had put the first half in and now as he grabbed her shoulders to push the other half in she gave out a rough grunt of pain and he was all the way in. She was breathing heavily and he start to pull out and then in. She was tight but the spit helped and he was.