She kept pace with the couple in the story. Her body rocking and rubbing gently against Flynn’s wall. Her mind was no longer on the story. It was on... him, picturing him against the wall behind her, cock in hand pleasing himself to her. May’s hips rocked faster and felt him sliding in and out of her. The head of his cock rubbed that sweet spot. “You like this pussy don’t you? Make me cum.”It was not only a plea from May, but it was also Molly begging Flynn. Her eyes closed and her head leaned. The warmth of his breath, the intensity with which my body was pleading for more... I had never felt anything like this... I had been furious before, but now I could barely remember why this man had disgusted me so much. The softness of his lips disappeared, along with the teasing touch of his teeth against my sensitive flesh. Suddenly he pinched my nipple, the pain coursing through my body and leaving my pussy craving him inside me. He pulled my nipple; another whimper escaping my lips as he. " He let the word hang in the air a moment. "Porn is mostly written by and for people who are horny anyway. It doesn't have to be very artful or believable to work for them. But..." Again he let the word ride. "... there is some very nice porn. Call it erotica if you want. The difference is the quality." But it's just sex! What's redeeming about it?" It needs redemption?" Now, you know what I mean. Do you think if you brought me some quote-unquote 'well written erotica' that I could find it. Everytime I did get a chance to break free and catch my breath, he would look at me with those damn sexy eyes and I would have to taste him again.Finally, I told him to stop and that Momma wanted to have some fun with him. He gave me that ohhhh so sexy grin and slid back on the couch. I got up off my knees, stood up, bent over and placed a blindfold over his eyes, then....I started to have my fun.I sat beside him and made him lean up so I could put his hands in these cute little handcuffs,.