All I can manage to say in between breaths is to beg him to fuck me, please make me yours Lawrence. His balls slap against my ass as he fucks me, slid...ing his cock in and out of my pussy, I can feel another orgasm start. Is it possible to have multiples? I can feel my legs start to shake, his hands grab my hips tighter, his thrusts get deeper and stronger, the subtle thud of his balls hitting my ass hole every other second. Here it is, I can’t breathe, all I can do is let out this groan from. Nevertheless, she was insistent that my slate was clean before accepting my romantic overture. In our case, passion was not the first stop on the express train our love became. Sexual fantasy grew entwined with our love, guiding us, and being guided by the ever increasing gravity we felt for each other.We had many friends in those days. Most of these shared in our happiness, but others found fault in our devotion. I’ll never understand why some around us chose to cause us pain, but the damage. “Not like that," he said, disdain in his tone. "Spread those flaps. Your Master wants to see some pink." His gruff, dirty talk was a huge turn on, and I could barely contain my excitement as I reached between my thighs. With trembling fingers, I tried pulling my labia apart but my sex was soaking wet. Extremely slippery. “I’m sorry, Master,” I said, upset that my slick pussy kept evading my grasp.“You don’t need to apologize, slut,” Dean said before licking up and down the length of my slit.. Without giving it another thought, she asked Trisha to get some water and a wash-cloth and put the wet cloth on her mother’s forehead to make sure the fever would not affect her brain, as she decided to make the trip to the city to find a doctor, and get medicines for her mother to help her till the next morning at least. She hadn’t the least idea how she would get to the city, but she did not think about it; only the image of her mother writhing in the bed floated in front of her eyes.As her.