It wouldn't be my fault, honest! He would be too big and strong, I would try to resist but I wouldn't stand a chance! I dreamed of being fucked forcib...ly by one of those men... ... even though, at the time, I didn't know what fucking actually felt like.One of those books drove me to one of my worst spankings ever.I had read a particularly hot chapter in the middle of the afternoon and had put it away again in the bottom drawer of my dresser. I lay there, wanting - needing - to get off, needing. As his skin was exposed, she ran her hands over it in a sexy caress. Pulling the shirt off his shoulders she slid it down his arms and dropped it on the floor.Sliding her hands over the tight muscles of his chest, she moved lower and lightly ran them over the six pack of his hard abdomen. Pulling his belt buckle open, she lowered the zipper and unsnapped his jeans. Kneeling behind him, she lowered his pants. His hard cock was making a tent in the front of his boxers as he stepped out of his. I knew they were in the living room on the couch just outside my room.)I further spread her legs and started pumping in and out. The whole room was filled with her moans and heavy breaths. I brought her knees on her shoulder and mounted on the bed in the corner. She was ecstatic. I told her to place her fingers on her clit and press is on my cock.She did and pulled me closer with her other arm around my neck. The rubbing of her clit was making her so much closer to her second orgasm. I slowed. ’ I became aware of the dampness on my thighs – it wasn’t seawater. I propped her up. ‘Get in the bedroom… I’m going to fuck you… hard!’ She rubbed her badly bruised buttocks and meekly padded in the direction of the master bedroom – aptly named… now. I entered the room. She lay naked and spread eagled on her back. Her thick and lustrous hair spread out from around her head – it still appeared moist from the Solent. She made no effort to resist, no effort at all, as I affixed first her arms to.
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