She seemed intelligent, if a bit naïve. A little shy, but nice. With her looks she could have gotten away with being stuck up, you know? But I didn�...�t get that feeling. She liked my art. Another plus. God, I wanted to ask her out for drinks. Or take her back to my place and fuck her. I didn’t, though. I didn’t think she was giving out that vibe, so I just talked a little about my work and that was that. Later that night I admit she featured prominently in my fantasies as I wanked off in my. Next thing I know Mike is concentrating on my nipple clamps. His gentle tugs and pinches are starting to get me worked up. Mike then surprises me by gently biting and sucking on my nipples. This is more than I can take and I make it my goal to get him hard again.I start by gently tugging on his cock. Mike pushes my hands away and tells me it's his turn. He then returns to biting and sucking on my nipples. The harder he bites the more excited I get. He then adds to my pleasure by playing with my. She jumped in bed, holding my head.I stopped and looked at her expression. Clearly, there was an extreme pleasure and shock. She pulled me close to her and, kissing, got back to bed.As I laid naked over her, I pulled the strings of the petticoat. By the time I laid over, I had got it below her legs and pushed it with my feet. It got into the air and fell away. As I laid over her, I adjusted my rock-hard dick between her legs. My dick could feel the juices of her pussy flowing out.Me: Horny. Large chunks of desert dry continents turned to dust and mountains fell like anthills. There was not a sound and the dust hung in curtains. Shaking his head the Beast sat back down. It was to late for theatrics like that. There was no one left to awe. There was no one and nothing but he and a big ball of rock and dirt. He could level the surface to a perfectly smooth sphere and it wouldn’t matter. It did feel good to let off steam though. He had held it in since the early days of man. The last.