“What if I’m not sweet?! What if I’m just a caged animal that’s begging to be released?” I said aloud. Why did I say that? “You need to be... true to yourself.” Was Sarina’s reply. “If you’re not you’ll drive yourself and others crazy. Others will appreciate your honesty.” Her frankness was refreshing. It sounded as if a Sage was lecturing me but he middle-eastern accent soothed the lecture and made it quite appealing. “Then I hope you appreciate this.” I told her as I pulled her petite frame. I felt a little tingly pinch on the head of my dick. ‘C’mon.’ She led me down the hall. I watched her little shorts. There were pictures of kids and stuff on the wall but I hardly noticed. They musta been only a few inches, them shorts. Her arse cheeks were all squeezing out of the fabric like sausage meat squeezing out of a nice big sausage roll. ‘This here’s the master bedroom.’ The bed had one corner peeled back. It was inviting me and her into it. In the half-lit hallway outside the. Kay’s urging and her pussy stroking me slowly brought me back to the present and I wasn’t surprised when her efforts grew more titillating.Kay began a deep kiss and masterfully controlled my dick. She would take me into her slippery pussy fully, and then slowly withdraw, letting her vulva and inner lips tighten around me. Then repeated the movement, again and again… It was torment, as it took my climax to the edge, and then denied me. I was masterfully controlling my emotions.“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Was. Feeling the slick wetness that was oozing out of me, I rubbed the flat of my middle finger back and forth over my pouty inner lips."Ah, yes," I hissed.Spreading my legs and squatting slightly, I inserted the finger into my hot, hungry, needy pussy, stroking slowly in and out."Ah, God, I need this!"I inserted my ring finger next to the first one. Curling both fingers slightly, I found my G-spot. I began moving my fingers faster and faster, stroking myself."Aahh, that feels so good," I groaned.