. Baby!” She continues to let me know how much pleasure she is feeling. Again she eases off and rocks back... with each stroke driving down deeper.... This is her fuck, I am her stallion and so she now rides me as a reverse cowgirl. I grip her butt as she drives herself down on me, impaling herself on me. I marvel at her trim butt, amazed that such an athletically perfect shape is also the perfect fucking form. I know she could drive herself for hours, but that is not her goal. She will build. I wasn’t even sure I’d recognize her if I passed her on the street. Brownish hair. Kind of plain. Christ, what had I been thinking? I’m a pushover for crying girls. I go all knight-in-shining-armor. Now we were going to be living together! In a one-room studio apartment! With my name on a six-month lease! What was all that crying about, anyway? Why was she so desperate to get out of her old place? And what about that palm reading business? Did I really want to be living with someone who had so. I just ignored her ramblings. I had expected this to be a somewhat uncomfortable clinical probe, that I wanted desperately to be over. However,I was really beginning to enjoying her soft and sensual exploration of my engorged muscle. “Wow,” she exclaims! it’s throbbing! “Will you cum for me? I mean,” she added, “Can I watch you cum?” I moaned in delight, knowing full well, that at this pace, I was NOT going to last long, and that her wish would soon be granted. “Oh God, that feels SOooooo,. He didn’t leave me waiting long, but it was enough time to start second guessing what was going on. He strolled in, leisurely shedding his clothes. But when he came over to me, I tried to pull away. He pinned me easily, leaning forward to kiss me. When I turned away, he grabbed a handful of my long red hair to hold me still as he plundered my mouth with his tongue. I whimpered, trying to turn away. “No, stop. Please…” One of his hands clamped down on my throat, not enough to hurt but enough to.