Every stroke in, the tip of his cock tapped her cervix. Her walls contracted with each tap of his tip. She was moaning on the down stroke and whimperi...ng on the out stroke. The sound of slapping flesh as his hard body met her soft one filled the kitchen. Waves of movement could be seen on her body, as his thrusts telegraphed through her supple flesh. He needed her release just a much as he needed his own. He knew he would not last too much longer. He leaned forward and let go of her thighs. He. I whimpered, trying to turn away. “No, stop. Please…” One of his hands clamped down on my throat, not enough to hurt but enough to shock me into submission. He moved against me, his cock rubbing against me and I couldn’t help the groan that escaped me. In one quick thrust, he sheathed himself inside me. I cried out at the force of it, my nails digging into his shoulders as he set a quick pace. I could do nothing but hold on for the ride, his every thrust stroking me in just the right way. I. I wanted to learn every ridge and dimple of it before I sucked the entire thing into my lips. My hand reached out to her other breast, and I tweaked her nipple, letting my long fingernails brush the sensitive flesh. Her skin was so pale against my dark-olive skin. I enjoyed Sandy's twitches and moans, happy that I gave my Mistress pleasure."Oh, God," Sandy gasped. "Oh, my God, keep doing that, Betty! Shoot, your tongue is driving me wild. Wow! Wow, oh, wow! I'm gonna cum! Oh, shoot!"I clamped. I didn't have any family heirlooms that contained mysterious abilities. My family was a long line of people who just got by and weren't horrible people or really amazing good people. So I was as shocked as anyone could be when I figured out that I was 'special', that's the word I'm using for it as the others sound a little corny. Let's be honest, superheroes and villains don't exist for the usual reasons of realism, but who is to say that certain people don't have little things that set them.