When I got to my comfort level and he got balls deep, he began slowly plunging in and out. I felt so fucking good. I surprised myself by spreading my ...legs and raising my ass as high as I could. I simply ordered him to "Now fuck me! Own me! Make me your bitch!!" And then the real prostate massage began.He lifted my hips with both hands and plowed it until I felt like rag doll impaled on a baseball bat. He lifted one leg and side-straddled me, ramming that incredible piece of meat in and out in. As they lay spooning, with him coiled around her back, he felt the familiar rush of blood to his loins and his cock began to stir. The combination of the kink discussion and her tight, little ass brushing against him soon had him raging hard once again.The chatter began to quiet down as they slowly ground their bodies into each other. She enjoyed the feeling of being wrapped in his arms as much as he enjoyed the building passion of the moment. He repositioned his rock-solid cock between her. You’ll get to fuck my face. But today, now, this moment, I want to be in charge, okay? Let Princess Shiraz have it her way, alright? Your name is?” Shiraz introduced herself calmly and politely, as if she were at a ball instead of a tattoo parlor with his dick almost at her tonsils.“Antonio Mancuso. I’m an immigrant, too. From Lisbon, Portugal. Oh, God, this feels incredible! You’re the best fellatrix ever!” the manager declared, making Shiraz wink and smile as she now deep-throated him, even. It was the indulgent smile of a rural single parent accustomed to his only child's imaginary friends. He winked at Grace and tiptoed downstairs with her hand in his."How 'bout some Christmas music?" he asked when they reached the living room."Dad! That'll wake Claire up for sure. Jeez maneez." Okay," Tim said after a brief pause. "Shall we start with our stockings?" Without Claire?" Of course not, honey. Tell me something. Did you and Claire stay up late last night?" Not that late. She was.