Tina could only close her eyes and enjoy the sensations flowing through her body. She knew this was wrong, that she should be feeling horrified and vi...lated, but she didn't, she felt good...damned good.She ground her pussy against the stranger's hand and he slipped a third finger inside her eager cunt. She cried out loudly this time, her voice mingling with the roar around her, as an orgasm caused her tremble and shake.Suddenly the fingers were removed. She was disappointed. Even though she had. "Tonight we go in my limo so I may enjoy you all the way there. Then on the ride home i will be ready to fuck you and have you suck my cock."They got out of the shower and he dried her before he took her naked to their room. He kissed her shoving his tongue into her mouth. He whisered "suck my cock before I dress you in your sexy clothes." She then got on her knees and took his cock in her moith and began to suck him. He grabbed her head and pushed his cock in her mouth till his balls felt her. . completely peaceful. This was OUR night, so I decided that one more go wouldn't be so bad. I again undid her black sexy underwear and dress and laid her blood dried pussy out for my own pleasure. I thought that I had done everything I wanted to, then I realized that there would be only one thing left to make this romantic night complete. I hoisted her pelvis above mine and laid the body on top of me. I grabbed my throbbing cock and jammed it directly into her ass. It was the tightest ass I've. Many of their characters lacked depth, Emily’s in particular (were any denizens of a novel ever more one-dimensional than Hindley Earnshaw or Edgar Linton, or indeed Heathcliff?), but intimacy was handled with a subtlety that scarcely hinted at innuendo. Of course, our norms and literary expectations are different from those of the nineteenth century, but surely we can learn technique – and restraint - from our literary antecedents? My mind started to phrase a reply to the magazine.I needed to.