She tried to push me away, but her strength is no match for mine and I did not move. She gasps for air, and took in what she could between thrusts. Te...ars running down her face as she realized the situation she is in. I'm face-fucking her, something she has never done before with a man. She feels utterly helpless, because she is. She is at my mercy, a very horny man. After five minutes I pull my cock from her mouth, I climb onto the bed behind her. She feels her panties being pulled down. “. I still do, but I never do it as much as I used to. Reading Romeo and Juliet-and I started Taming of the Shrew after I studied last night-reminded me how much I used to like reading. It all came back to me. It was actually pretty cool." I want you to know something, Sophia. I think I need to say this. I love you, whatever you do. If you didn't like Shakespeare, I'd still love you. If you told me you didn't want to be together tonight because you were going to a beer and bong bash, I'd still. Her hand discovered it, curled fingers around the pulsing shaft, and her smile was hotly knowing. "Nice--very hard and long. I think Jenny was right, that you're going to be a really farout lover, once you get the hang of everything. Here, darling--" She floated up in the water, held to his waist with one hand while the other played tantalizingly with his rod. Jean got her legs around him, crossing them at the ankles, and her delicious little snatch was right there, tilting up at him. He. Villanelle flips the jar, capless, upside down inches above Eve’s bare breasts. The honey trickles from the jar slowly, coming out in drips and globs, and making thick swirls around her nipples, before almost completely obscuring them from view.The honey feels sticky but unexpectedly soft, on Eve’s skin. The smell of sweetness on her chest wafts towards her nose and she sighs, deeply, with simultaneous satisfaction and hunger.Villanelle eyes the small, honey-covered mounds on Eve’s chest.