Even so, I egged her on a little “you call yourself a fuck toy, I wait three hours for you to crawl 8 feet and this is the big climax.”“ why don...’t you show me how its supposed to go.”“gladly.” With that I grabbed her head and thrusts my cock deep down inside her mouth. I continuously fucked her mouth, poking her uvula as I did. She made those choking sounds that I love ever so dearly. Suddenly I had an idea. I rammed my cock so far down her mouth that her lips touched the base of my cock. I. The statue was polished with care and reverence. The erection was stroked with love, and sighs of regret.Stories handed down through the generations suggested he was able to cause dreams, and aid fertility. In reality, of course, he was an interesting ornament. A good luck charm. A showpiece. A conversation starter. And finally mine. My mother had phoned and told me he was on his way to me via courier, and I'd just taken him out of his case today, and placed him in an appropriate spot. I. He started fucking me in a very brutal way; making me whimper and scream in pain…He grunted as he thrusted hard. He lifted my body so he could hold onto my firm boobs as he humped me so brutally from behind.I felt the bastard growing inside me. He kept fucking like this for a long while; he then quickly pulled out and turned me around to sit.He then kept jerkin his hard huge cock in front of my face and pushing the cockhead in my mouth. This time I gagged on it, since the rude bastard pushed it. Get dressed. I’ll take you out since you clearly aren’t taking me out.”I sort of froze, mildly confused at the speed of the conversation.“Go on,” she encouraged. “Get dressed and I’ll finish my coffee.”As I ambled out of the kitchen, still bemused, she called out, “Dress casual, Mr. Roth. Those jeans are great.”“It’s Jim!” I yelled back.She laughed. “We’ll see. I haven’t decided that yet.”Despite what she suggested, I changed into tan Chinos, soft loafers, and a soft buttoned shirt, sleeves.