She yearned to feel the music, shake her body, and meld into the crowd of dancing bodies as alcohol flooded her veins. A little attention here and the...re would also be welcomed and appreciated.I wonder if this is too much?She made her way inside feeling exposed in her outfit, her ankle boots adorned straps and ended in a dangerously sexy heel. They accentuated her legs that led up to a tight skirt that she wondered if she would regret. Her top was a half-cut made of dark red shimmering straps. This continued for some time and when I started feeling her pussy loose up, because of extra lubrication, I put a finger into get asshole. She jerked and pulled my cock out too. She begged me not to do that as it hurt a lot. I asked her to relax and told that the girls love anal one they know how it feels. It cheered her up a little but wasn’t fully convinced. She told me that she heard if the goes anal she’ll not be able to walk properly for some days. I laughed and told her that is all a. There was no room for my own bones in there. I couldn’t make them fit if I tried to. I opted not to kill myself, but the progeny within and with it, my relationship with its sire. I wrote a poem about it, and he read it matter of factly. He laid it down alongside his crypt and fucked me non-chalantly. He smelled like stale cigarettes to me. It disgusted me, and I gathered my things and left him. The image never left me. He is married now to a rotund little girl he met online and who enjoys. He was going very very slow, and not so deep, probably in fear that will wake up. I found it funny that *game* so I moved a little in my *sleep* just the way to be able to shove almost my whole cock inside his mouth. I felt that he was about to choke, and could imagine a fear in hos thoughts, so I eased off a bit that push, just for a bit, because unknown passion took me in a wave, and with all possible power to fake my sleep, I kind of touched his head and started putting him deep on my cock..