His game character died."Wait" he whispers and stands up. His motion forces my hand from hiscrotch.For a second I think the experience is over but the... he lays thecontroller down and grabs his shorts.In one go he removes them, dragging them to his knees and lets them fallto his ankle. His underwear quickly follows. I get a good look of hiswhite soft cushions before he sits down again.I feel like this is my own first time. I am so nervous my own handshakes.I look down. His bright white legs make. Gosh, he was so deep... so deep... so deep. He was pressing into that thing, that spot inside me that he had first introduced me to the night before, and as he established his rhythm, his thighs slap, slap, slapping my buttocks as he spread and filled me over and over and over, I knew I was not far away. My mind was still frantic, trying to think of SOME way, someTHING to increase HIS pleasure; but soon I was once again so lost in my own mounting ecstasy that all I could do was arch back. Unfortunately, the complex has only recently been completed after an immense rebuilding that took five years, and only half had been rented out so far. Which meant I could now fill it with whoever I liked, and the building held many apartments.When the words finally hit me, I almost blacked out. My family gasped, and loud arguing broke out inside the room. In the end, there was nothing to do about it legally, and so, at the age of nineteen, I took possession of a huge apartment complex.The rest. " My pussy throbbed. It felt hot. I liked this? I didn't realise how turned on I was until I felt the evidence. The feeling of his hand around my thigh and knowing he was going to hurt me in my most intimate places was terrifying, and it really did hurt. But he was so powerful, so measured, so dominant. Being helpless to accept his guidance turned me on. Me, the most independent person ever liked being spanked like a little girl. "You let me go right now!" I snarled. I kicked with my now.