She was mine...The next day, while she was massaging my cock, she was standing and leaning over me so I decided to let my hand have a little wander - ...up her skirt! I found my way to her panties and slipped my thumb against her pussy and my index finger against her butt-hole. She was trying to say no and tell me to stop (her mouth was full of my big hard cock) but the dirty lying bitch was parting her legs to allow me even greater access to her goodies and she was getting very wet down there.I. "How do you feel?" she asked me. "Are you ready?" Every minute is torture until then, my dear. I swear." Once this is done, I'm not gonna stop doing you," she said. "I'll be a slave to your every pleasure for the rest of my days, and I'll just fucking love it. You deserve nothing less, my master." I fucking love you, Char. Dammit!"I almost felt like crying, she dazzled me so much. I closed my eyes and saw her breasts in front of me, bouncing as I fucked her, and the look in her eyes, and the. She silently cursed herself for being so wet. She was sure that she must have seemed like some kind of wanton slut to her dad. “She told me how beautiful your body was. But it goes far beyond beautiful.”Jack raised his glistening finger to Faith’s lips. “Clean it for me.”Faith closed her eyes as she obediently parted her lips tasting her juices as he rubbed his finger on her tongue. He moved his finger slowly in and out between her lips, almost as if it were fucking her mouth. The shame that. She liked doing it side by side like this, but she wanted to look at him, to kiss him. Knowing it might get her in trouble, she slipped off his cock and rolled over to face him. After a kiss, she tried to get his cock back where it belonged, but facing each other on their sides didn’t work. She felt odd and awkward until he rolled on his back and pulled her on top. This felt weird, too—she wasn’t tied up or begging or enjoying a spanked ass, and she’d never been on top before. But then his.