Her stepsister was a chip off the old diamond; her nose firmly in the air, happy so long as things were just so, and of course, when she was getting h...er way. Everyone else lived at one end of the house in Scarsdale, while Kennedy lived at the other -- she'd been seven when she made up her mind about that.Her real father had left Kennedy a number of pithy sayings, one of which she found useful in a surprising number of situations: "Nothing results in a quicker decision than an abrupt assertion. I yelp acry for help. A contagion of pain burns through the lubricant, scours mymucosa and sends searing flames of agony through me. I struggle toescape the invasion, but he is so enraptured with his own sensations thathe cannot let go of me, and slowly pushes in deeper. I try to surrender,to gape with him inside, but the brute force of his cock gives noquarter, and my own burning, screeching muscles refused the commands ofmy mind that they yield. So they fight back in useless,. Awkwardness makes her movements unsure, unsteady. She turns and tries to laugh through it but its of little use. Her ardor faded just enough for her to consider things like being committed to a stranger. “My name’s Tristin.” Her unease shifts to a smile and her body relaxes. “Tristin? That’s different.” “It’s French.” I step to her and slide my hands along her sides, over her curves, up to her neck. She relaxes into a kiss again, her hands clutching my arms, her breasts pressed to my chest.. She is hot and real wet. Her mind is already anticipating what I'm going to feel like when I start rubbing her pussy and her clit. She is getting off with one orgasm already and she is almost ready for another. I play with her pussy for a while longer bringing her to another orgasm. She is mine now for the taking. She is clay in my hands. I have complete control over her. She is ready and willing to take all my cock in her and feel me plant my seed in her. She orgasms again. I have not put my.