He wanted more.He settled between my thighs, pushing himself inside my burning vagina. He began to move his dig inside, slowly.“Too slow. You’re t...orturing me.” I moaned after a few moments. I clutched his butt, trying to keep him deep inside me.He groaned, “It’ll be my way and it is better this way.” He continued his slow movements, all the while repeatedly flickering the tip of his tongue against each of my nipples.The leisurely pain was driving me insane. I pushed up against him, begging him. I wanted to fuck her like a dog…I pumped her from behind like a bull, spanked her, pulled her hair and increased my speed, she was about to cum again, she started moaning so loudly saying I m cummmmmmminnng don’t stoooop fuuuuckkk meeee haaaaard looovvveee uuuu jannnnuuu… I was on the edge too, after she orgasmed, it was time for me to take out my white cream and what is better than taking it out on her face…I told her I’m about to cum, got up and she started giving me a handjob with occasional. Her motion became wilder and wilder and finally was rewarded by a drenching rush of her juices. Barbara fell out of her chair as her orgasm hit. She lay on the floor panting and panting until her normal breathing returned. She heard some clapping. Barbara looked around the room and grabbed her robe in an attempt to cover her body. Finally looking upward she saw Supergirl floating in the air. Babs screamed out in joy, " Kara what are you doing here?"Supergirl floated down and gently lifted. I’ll try and show how this is important to my story as we move closer to that life-changing party! Well, I tell you I loved New York. It was the late-80s and I was pursuing my dream of becoming a sculptor and along the way, enjoying some of the partying I’d missed because of those early dates with the pool (by the way, not all work but that might be call for another story sometime). My senior year, I met this gorgeous graduate student at NYU (okay, maybe I have more stories to tell than I.