"I see the question in your eyes, but you know better than to disobey me. A sly smirk appears on my lips as you lean back. I thrust up again, harder t...his time, the new angle allowing my cock to hit your g-spot directly. Thrusting faster now, I continue hitting your g-spot with the throbbing head of my cock. As you moan, I plunge one slick finger into your tight little asshole.You inhale sharply, yelping slightly at the unexpected penetration.My other hand grabs your loose brown shirt and yanks. And still, he anxiously waited for some gesture... Karen wasn't certain but what she might lose her mind completely! She had never known an equal to the feverish sensations raging within the seething, fluid channel between her legs, upward into the very secret depths of her ovenlike belly. Her own short, panting breaths seemed unreal to her. She lay on her back with trembling thighs spread partially open, her finger-tips tracing upward over the satin-smoothness of her rib cage to the sensually. She was still wet. She was right. “Oh my love, I could clean and worship you from bigger messes than this! But immediately after my orgasm, my craving for the taste, the smell, for the act, it disappears completely. I didn’t want to go through with it, but at the same time I knew it’s something I wanted badly deep down. I had to convince myself to do it for the memory of it. At that point, I wasn’t doing it in the moment, I was projecting myself forward. I had to try to look at myself doing it.. That's some damn decent psychology you laid on me, Creighton!" I laughed. "Three messages from 'Beard.' Your girlfriend's name is Beard?" I asked, jokingly. "His name is Brent. But my friends only call him Beard. High school nickname," CJ told me. "What does he want?" Heather there? Beard asked, about an hour ago." Quit ignoring me! He sent, about ten minutes ago." You suck! Beard sent just now," I read out loud, laughing."Yes, Heather is still here. Leave me alone. I'm busy trying on her.