. my hands gripping your hair as I give you a few seconds, then force my huge cock back into your face... faster... starting to fuck your face... the ...ay you deserve it... like the slut you are... your body rolling, held back by the ties...you are a horny little slut, and I know what you need... if you're a good little cunt then you just might get what you need... later... ;)my mouth open... eyes closed... god your little throat feels good... ignoring your visible protests as I linger with my. You two dated for two years and then decided to marry, something not to exaggerated with only family and close friends. For another two years everything was happy, you had a job, study, a wife and you own home, but then fate kicked you in the head again and you wife told you that she was pregnant. Well, the idea of having children was never something the both of you enjoyed so you two freaked out.After calming down it was realized that things was going to change, and the pregnancy cursed with. I flush at the thought, briefly transporting my mind across to the other room, dancing sexily for the faceless stranger until he approaches, sinks to his knees, dives beneath the dress and slips his tongue inside me, lapping relentlessly at my encouragement. The notion heightens the hunger within me. I love to touch myself. Do I dare to do so here? In full view? With just the semi-circular moon and ambient light from the city casting shadows inside, and no light behind me, I should be anonymous. "No, they're not for me. They're for a young boy in my neighborhood who lives near me. He looks to be about 10 years old I think," the old man added.The next morning the old man stopped the boy as he was walking past his house on his way to school."Young fellow," the old man said, with a good-natured chuckle, "It's colder than a stepmother's kiss out here this morning, isn't it?" Yes Sir," the young boy answered, his teeth chattering from the cold. "It sure is!" Well, here," the old man said,.