I must be slowing down. Not only did I miss killing him he was going to able to ride back to his home. Others showed up and took charge of the situati...on. To this day I can’t remember who was there or what was said. I remember them asking us if it was going to be a death match or an honor match between us. I really wanted the death match but I left it up to Red Hawk. Having missed killing me it would have been bad form for him to press for the death match. I waited for him to answer and was. If you have ever seen the movie Love Actually, you know the woman with the brother, she cops off with dreamboatfrom her office, only to be thwarted by the brother on the phone? Well the dreamboat, Ber-NARd looked like that.Dark, sensitive.Great big cock.Well, the trousers were a little snug on sir. My mom and I had both spotted the bulge. There were downsides of course, firstly he was working and secondly there was only the one of him.I told mom I would fight her for him. She said, sadly, that. He also had a duffel bag over his shoulder that appeared to belong to a manual labourer. I estimated him to be around six-foot-tall and be in his late twenties.I was overjoyed when he moved in my direction and sat on the stool next to mine. As he ordered his beer, I looked at his hands. They were rough, large, and beautifully masculine. The tuffs of curly long hair that stuck out from under his beanie were dark ginger, as was the two-day-old stubble on his face. He had a handsome face and once. ” He guided his cock to her pussy until he felt the head push into her. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t think I can go slow.” He sank in another inch. Jenna squirmed. “Don’t need slow. Need you inside me. Now!” She thrust her hips upward until her butt settled against his balls. “Jenna!” She was so incredibly hot and tight. It seemed impossible that she could take all of him. He just stayed inside her for a minute to give her time to adjust to his size. Jenna started moving her hips..