Then I touch your cheek and tell you how wonderfully well you are doing. Pain and pleasure. You feel both. You want both. You need both." Now you may ...touch me, little whore. Touch Master’s cock and stroke it with love. Lean forward and kiss it. Taste it. I have not washed it for days. I want you to get the flavor of Master in your mouth and learn to love it and wish for more and more cock. It is good, is it not, little slut? Lick it and take it into your mouth. Drool upon it and suck it. Stroke. “That feels so good, honey,” she said, her legs wrapping around me tighter. We were bucking, thrashing and grinding and she started yelping and moaning, but I didn’t last long before I was spurting my load into her. She held on tight with my cock balls deep in her pussy and orgasmed again. Laying halfway on top of her while she was laying halfway out of the truck we kissed deeply again as she held onto my ass.“God, that was amazing,” she said, caressing my face. “I’ve never had anyone do that. Dad took me to the side and suggested I get my finger out, complete my exams, get a decent paying job, and get the hell out of the army. Not necessarily in that precise order. I saw his point. I was 23; Jean was 22. She was working full time; I was still at college.I dropped Jean off at her flat and arranged to pick her up after work the next day so that we could make our own plans. Ultimately we decided it would be best to wait until I had finished my diploma. That meant an engagement of about. I can’t wait to feel her tongue inside me. Her hands glide up my skirt and I feel her fingers rub my pussy and I let out a cry. I slide my hand in her coat and down her skirt, she feels so wet and warm. She does not finger me; she just sticks her finger in my pussy and leaves it there as we make out. I can’t take it I start moving my hips trying to slide it in and out. But she says not yet as she pulls her fingers away and takes my hand out of her coat I put my fingers in my mouth tasting how.