Oh fuck, I’m your little slut, aren’t I? Tell me I’m your slut.”“You are my little slut Elle. You’ll beg for my cock and worship it. I’l...l give you what you want and you’ll know what a dirty little whore you are.”“Oh James, just don’t stop fucking me ever.”She could feel it build, a tremendous orgasm, so strong it might ruin her. She couldn’t breathe properly, ragged and deep. He was so deep inside her, he was using her cunt and she was begging for more. She whispered in his ear, “It’s coming. Jenny sat down on the edge of the bed and turned to face him. “Master James, were you staring at my boobies?” she teased. She knew that the young man was ready for her advances; several of the maids had whispered that they had found the stains of his manhood on some of his night clothing.Jamie turned back, beet-red, to see the girl thrusting her chest in his direction. He whirled away, muttering denials.“Please, my lord, it’s all right. I understand how I could have excited your passions. It is. . I'd like to talk about it; and some other things, too." Okay," she said in a small voice, her tension returning."I know... I know you still love Bobby. He's your first love, he's a good guy, and he's still your friend. I want you to know that none of that bothers me."Patty nodded, again relieved."I just want you to know that I'm okay with it. But... sometimes... I think you... that you hold back from me, Patty. I don't know how else to describe it. And I don't want to share some part of. We shouldn't even be thinking of doing that much." Can I come over and sit on your chest, Kenny? I'd like that, even if you decide not to lick me. I always think about sitting on your chest when I make myself cum. Let me sit on your chest, and I'll just rub myself until I start to cum."She didn't wait for me to respond, getting up quickly and throwing her right leg over my prone torso. When she eased her little butt down on my chest, I felt the wetness of her juices. From the amount of moisture.