He was thrusting harder, wanting, needing to get his knot inside me. The knot was growing hard, stretching me, and coaxing my pussy to open wider for ...him. Thrusting harder, driving himself deeper, I groaned as his knot finally pushed into my pussy. The sense of being filled was indescribable as my pussy muscles contracted around his shaft and knot, holding them buried deep inside me. He was still getting bigger, and I felt him withdraw ever so slightly and immediately push back in and begin. When he was apparently finished, he tossed my panties back into the hamper, and that’s when I got my first real look at a man’s dick. He was twenty-two, Hispanic-American and fairly good looking. He also was known to have a violent temper. I knew he had hit his sisters more than once.Knowing that, when he said in a stern voice, “C’mear”, I obeyed him. I didn’t want to risk feeling his wrath. When I was within reach, he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer, and then he forced my hand onto his. ..I pick up my phone and tap on his name. I look at his contact photo, a picture of him playfully sticking his tongue out at my camera lens, liveliness bright in his eyes.Those were the days.But, no. I can't call him. I love Theo now. He's absolutely amazing and is so wonderful to me. And yes, I do call him baby, and we do walk around his parents' gallery. I love doing both of those things. I love Theo. I'm his now.But I can't help myself. After hearing those songs, hearing how much regret he. I was really intrigued with the cute tits and I enjoyed playing with them even though he was a transsexual. I was the next to cum and my seed shot to the back of Sophie’s throat. He swallowed quickly and sucked me dry with his talented mouth. Then he nibbled on the head of my cock driving me crazy. The sensation was too intense and I had to push his head off my cock. I watched as Henri’s expression changed and I knew that he was about to cum. His body stiffened and he thrust deep into Sophie’s.