Those pretty pink nails tear my skin, as I continue crushing my pelvis and hips in-between your passion humid thighs. I moan, "Damn this pussy is so g...ood." Simultaneously, you clench the muscles of that addictive cougar pussy.It is obviously that you intend to prove to me you can still fuck better than any woman my age or younger. My Cock may be monstrous, but you can take me head on, and you know that I like that about you. You are 10 years my senior but you can still tighten that ripe and. She uncrosses her legs slowly, making sure you're following her every movement with your eyes. "I'm here because you need me. You, my dear, are the loneliest lesbian on the planet."You try to think of a response, but your head is too fuzzy. Your eyes remain riveted to her chest as she rises from the recliner, her every movement as graceful as a dancer's."As for who I am, you may call me Sappho." As in the greek poet?" You gasp, finally making yourself look the woman in her eyes."Is that all. Wejust had a few little kisses for five minutes when my brother got homeand we had to stop. She said come over to her house tomorrow night, we'lldo homework and eat pizza and watch videos and have a sleepover. Iremember being so excited trying to go to sleep that night, rememberingthose kisses and hoping for more and I masturbated for the first timewith a real feeling of what it was like to make out with a girl. The nextnight ather house when bedtime came around, she was an only c***d living. Soon I didn't even care about escaping from the satin, I justneeded to get off.After what seemed like hours I finally heard something other than thesounds of my own struggling. I slowly opened my eyes expecting to see mycaptor looking at me, which was, and wasn't the case. What I hadapparently heard was the monitor directly above my head turning on. Sinceit was the only other stimulation I had been exposed to besides my satinpleasure prison I couldn't help but stare at it, and on the screen.