Or petulant. That's what my boyfriend called me. Just the sort of accusation that makes a person petulant.I woke alone in his bed. I thought he might ...be making breakfast, our Saturday morning ritual. The apartment, though, was too quiet. Then I remembered him telling me, the evening before, he had a few hours work to do at his office. After lunch, he'd promised, the weekend was for us. Perhaps the sound of the door closing behind him had woke me. The clock read a bit past twenty minutes after. I hesitated not knowing what he meant and he moved one of my hands to my cock and told me to play with it. I started to do this and was coming close to cumming. He then told me, what a good little girl I have been by allowing him to eat my ass. He said how excited he was and that I made him so excited by offering my ass to his pleasure. He said he was ready to cum and wanted me to pretend to be a girl that also enjoyed sucking cock. He told me he was going to place his hands on my head and that. After he was through ejaculating inside the teen, Big Joe pulled out of her nasty, gaping asshole and left her bent over the back of the couch. Miranda was so traumatized that she could not even move. Her bloody asshole looked like a firecracker had been detonated inside of it, and Big Joe’s sperm was already starting to flow from the opening. Many of the other bikers were staring at it in admiration. “You gonna stay for the night Big Joe?” One of the Outlaws asked the titanic man. “Nah. I unzip the rest of the way and let it fall to the floor. I shiver a little as I feel the cool air on my naked breasts. I take them both in my fingers and rub them, teasing them. I pinch them and they get stiffer in between my fingers. I let out a soft moan as I gently tug on them, they are so sensitive. When I play with them it sends tingles all the way down to my pussy, and it starts to get wet. I sit down on my bed and relax against my pillows. I have one hand still playing with my nipples.