As she felt my penis head catch in the entrance to her vagina, she rose up, a straight vertical backbone, her knees coming to my sides and locking my ...ip position with her powerful leg muscles. And then she rotated her pelvis, aligning her angle and opening herself for coitus. She lowered herself slowly and gracefully, my penetration was so soft it felt as if I were entering a cauldron of warm, moist feathers.And then she changed tactics. She pulsed her abdominal muscles, locking my penis. The girl tried do not lose hope and kept searching for the hapless prayer book.“Dear God, why now? I don’t think I ever failed you. I haven’t done anything prohibited so far.”She sank into a reverie why this idea came into her mind now, but she didn’t have enough time for deeper thinking. Well, God will solve the problem. She opened the door and wanted to get out, but felt somebody’s strong arm around her waist. Her mouth was covered by a male hand. A nice voice quietly whispered into her. ” I shouted back, huffing into the air and looking at the TV over my glasses.We both parked the conversation when the lady on the TV was deliberating as to who to choose as her mentor. She finally went with Tom Jones, but for the life of me I couldn’t make out why she chose him.I turned back to face my wife. After some thought, she finally looked at me and concluded.“No, you’re right. It’s not true. Sometimes, you don’t even say you love me even when you get a blow-job.”I rolled my eyes and. After switching on the light it was clear this was nothing like your average dorm room. It had hardwood floors, solid wood furniture, queen-sized bed, oversized desk, and a massive TV/entertainment center on the far wall."Wow, this room is amazing!" Laura gushed as she followed me inside.Most of the furniture was arranged so that it formed an aisle from the door that was interrupted only by a large overstuffed leather couch near the center of the room. The gigantic HDTV was flanked by two large.