She wanted him, she wanted to do everything for him, to please him more than anyone else could. “Please, fuck me harder! I want your cum! Ooooh! ... Your cock! It's getting thicker! Harder! Oh god-oh god-oh...oh...oh...ahhhhhh!” Patricia felt the orgasm wash over her just as felt the thick rod inside her grow thicker and longer, penetrating her deeper each instant.As it pistoned in and out of her swollen pussy, she felt only pleasure. She could hear the slosh, slosh sound of her juices. .dark smoky eyes, bright red lips, hair back combed to give the illusion of height...i look every inch the slut you want me to be. I walk downstairs & check that the champagne is chilling, candles are lit, and the aroma of vanilla fills the room, my fav sexy smell. You come in behind me, lifting my skirt to see my peachy arse...."u dirty fucking whore, i want you to suck my cock, now!" i turn & drop to my knees in front of you as you release ur cock from ur leather pants. I force my cock into. John came home to find everything back to normal. That night, when hetried to get romantic with his wife, she told him that she had aheadache. After the previous evenings activities, he had hoped for morewild sex. He tossed and turned until he finally fell asleep. Dawn fellasleep almost immediately.The next day, Dawn accepted the position of House Mother to theAfrican-American Fraternity. Her duties included sexually satisfyingeach and every one of the fraternity members. She was also supposed. She noticed it and spoke softly while giving me a gentle hug. "There, there my dear, don't cry, it's not your fault men are pigs” she attempted to cheer me up. “Would you like me to pour you a drink? It will make you feel better, I promise” I looked up at her comforting brown eyes still in her motherly embrace and nodded “yes please.”“Wonderful” she said and got up to fix me a drink. She pulled out of the minibar a can of orange juice and two bottels of some kind of liquer. She pourd the.