I thrilled in the anticipation of plunging into her. And then I was inside her. And I held myself there a moment, enjoying the moment as her warmth an...d my warmth flowed together, as the very closeness of our skins melded together at these points where nerve-endings fire cannons at our brains. The hard cock wants to fuck. And I fucked her. I do not quite know the way to describe that eloquently. To say that I thrust in and out of her seems so very mechanical for an act which was anything but so.. A few weeks later, on a Wednesday, she said that “Tomorrow is the last time for a BJ, because I am getting married on Saturday.” She seemed kind of sad to be getting married, but that was not my business, She was taking Friday off to prepare food for the reception. The wedding was to be an inexpensive informal affair, with family and a few of his friends. For him there would be a bachelor party Friday night, her rule was one stripper and no hookers. He agreed and swore on his honor. Sunday,. "What's the matter, Gabika? You like it, you told me yourself. How can I fuck you in the ass if you don't even let my finger in?" I like finger, but not deep. I don't want accident." Gabika, do you like my finger in your popshee?" Yes, but not deep, please." I got back to sucking and lightly fingering, extremely frustrated. Her erolalia grew from moment to moment, as I switched tasks now to excite her some more. I stuck my thumb in her cunt, rubbing her G-spot with a hook motion movement while. “I’m sure we will get along just fine.”“We will see,” my raspy rapacious voice said. My heavy, oversized, nickel-plated scissors still lay within my hand. I took one of the cold edges of a rounded end and tickled the tip of an exposed clit. Uncontrollably, the woman recoiled in fear. I smiled wickedly. My cock grew in both length and girth. I rammed a rounded scissor end deep into my woman’s vaginal hole. This feminine tunnel closed around the unwelcomed steel, yet a trickle of moisture.