You began talking to me, telling me how much you wanted me. I had never been one for dirty talk before but it was turning me on now. You used your han...d to lift my leg and you slid your cock in my wet pussy. My gasp and immediate sigh let you know everything felt great as you slid in and out. You pace picked up and your grasp on me tightened too. You moved me from my side to my knees and never stopped. You kept asking me if I liked your hard cock, telling me to take it…I liked this rough side of. He was a strange man, and Charles never liked him. He cared little for his wife and was only really interested in the money. “Not happy living in the village any more Charles?” Mr D****r asked him one morning. He was loading up his car with files and expensive clothes, for another London trip. “Not my sort of place any more Mr D****r,” replied Charles. “Why, I thought you loved living with the poor but honest people? Working class together, and all that?” D****r was clearly making fun. “Because you have lost your fucking mind,” she shouts at him. Slap. “That was the wrong answer,” he rubs his hand over the red welts that were beginning to form on her beautiful ass. He half expects Laurel to fight him harder, but he could tell that she is enjoying this just as much as he is. His cock is fully hard in his pants again and he can see a slight glisten from between her legs where she is getting wet for him. Slap. “Do you know why this is happening?” He asks her again. “Because,”. " His matter of fact statement made Lacey's head swim, and her vagina clench in pure lust. Luke pinned her beneath him. "You are bloody fantastic." Luke said his voice coming out in a growl. He ran his fingers through her hair before leaning into her for a kiss. He nibbled on her bottom lip tugging on it lightly. He positioned himself between her open legs, slowly sliding his hand down her side causing goose bumps to form on her warm skin. "I love it when you touch me." She said with her.