He's probably a great guyand I'm sure he'll make someone really happy someday, but even if he wasmy type -- and he's definitely not -- my life is craz...y right now." So," Sara said, hesitantly, "he's not your type?" Not remotely," I said, far more flippantly than I should have, as myeyes drifted back to the reflection of the sun on the water."So then," Sara said, "who is your type?"Having looked away from her, I couldn't be quite sure, but I could'vesworn I saw Sara adjusting her breasts as she. The Creeper was gentle for this part. As the last needle prick entered her skin she could feel the relief set in. He backed away from her and as she stood staring into the full length mirror her eyes came across the blue and the yellow on her shoulder and then her red tears that her tongue had missed on her chin. She let her tongue come out of its slobbering cave and clean her chin. Her tears came then, as the realization came upon her. Her skin was marked, she was marked. The tattoo made her. I turned her over so she was on her back. I got between her legs and lined my dick up between her. I looked at her in the eyes. Amy made eye contact with me and licked her lips and only said “Fuck your whore.” That was music to my ears. I shoved all of my dick in her tight little pussy. “YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!” She screamed. I pounded as fast as I could like a piston in and out of her pussy. Each thrust moved her a little bit across the floor until her head was hitting the wall. It was all fun and. The tip of my cock tingled like hell, almost making me cum, but I held back wanting this to last as long as possible until we were both satisfied. I wanted to remember this feeling for the rest of my life. I stood there for a second or so just absorbing the moment. It was pure heaven. Just being connected to this woman and having my pulsating manhood being devoured and engolfed by her slippery hot core was like no other. I pulled slowly almost all the way out and thrust back into her, plunging.