Slowly and thoroughly, she swiped the remainder with an index finger then sucked it off. ‘Sophia, stop it.’ ‘I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be such ...a pig and use a napkin.’ ‘No, I meant stop turning me on. The way you eat those things makes me want to be a French fry.’ Lifting the dripping cheeseburger, he took a bite. ‘Oh, really.’ Picking up a particularly long and fat fry, Faith lazily lathered it with the red lubricant, ‘You mean this turns you on?’ and slid the phallic fry between her puckered. "Yes sir."I pulled almost completely out of her tiny cunt then slammed back in until my heavy sack bounced off of her asshole making her cry out. The silky walls of her cunt gripped my cock like a vise as I began to fuck the young brunette sobbing on the table beneath me. Her father's eyes were glued to her stretched out pussy as I slid my shaft in and out of his daughter. He looked like he would probably be fisting his own hard dick if his hands weren't tied to the arms of the chair. Grabbing. But this is real life, not a story.I met my first lover through a dating site. On the surface of it, things were pretty normal: We e-mailed back and forth for a while, and then had phone calls. Then we met in person, and things began to go from there. On the surface of it, things were pretty normal.Except for how they weren't.First off, she contacted me. This is wildly unusual, because I am a bespectacled nerd; in fact, to my knowledge, only one girl ever has been attracted to me instead of me. , she knew she looked like a hot mess. With the aforementioned hair and make-up problem, to add to that, her shirt was now wet with sweat, and her feet were filthy. She let go of her suitcases in the reception area and stomped to the desk. She was angry, but the air conditioning felt so nice it actually reeled in her temper somewhat. ‘Excuse me. My car was just towed here, and I didn’t ask for it to be.’ ‘Ellie? Ellie Rogers?’ ‘Yes, it’s me. Hi Carl.’ ‘Well I’ll be… I hadn’t heard you were back.