I began to feel a pressure against my bottom as his member began to stiffen. “You seem to be enjoying this a bit much,” I teased, wiggling my butt... against his hardening shaft.He reached down and stroked my erection, which was even harder than his own. “I’d say I’m not the only one.” I moaned and he continued stroking my manhood as he ground his own against my backside. I widened my stance, giving him space to run his now-steely shaft along my sensitive and inviting crack.With his free hand, he. I reached two fingers inside to caress my g-spot, then resumed rubbing my clit with my slippery fingers. It would be incredible to grind against him, make him beg for more, ride him to an earth-shattering climax. I thought of him growling my name as he pulsed inside of me, and I felt a tingling sensation spread down my legs before the wave of my orgasm washed over me. I gasped, catching my breath, and as I curled up on my side and closed my eyes I hoped I would dream of him. The small, hopeful. ..pressing her cunt tightly against the plant and forcing the thorns into her virgin skin. They gagged her, not being able to bear the caterwauling; still, poor Salma’s agonized scream was only slightly muffled, and she jerked uncontrollably, only further rubbing her very sensitive clit against the evil plant. Despite all this horrible torture, the leader got out a metal-tipped cat nine tails and flogged poor Salma’s bare back, legs, and ass. In particular, they loved to make her juicy ass. Remember how she said that simple word? Guileless enthusiasm, isn’t that what you thought at the time? Charming? Who was charming whom, do you think? What did Goethe have to say: ‘Already fire and eddying smoke I view, ‘The impetuous millions to the devil ride, ‘Full many a riddle will be there, untied.’ Oh! Faust! Won’t you ever learn? +++++ You rode the Red Line from the square down to Mass Gen that evening, walked over to Oncology and rode up, lost in thought. A couple of residents chattered.