Nicht nur das, sie spürte, wie ihr der Geilsaft in Strömen aus der Fotze quoll. Zu ihrer eigenen Überraschung stellte sie fest, dass es sie total e...rregte, einem Mann ausgeliefert zu sein, seinem Willen, seiner Willkür unterworfen. Hilflos, wehrlos, willenlos zu sein. Benutzt, missbraucht, vergewaltigt zu werden. Sie war Fickfleisch. Willig und allzeit bereit, ihrem Mann – jedem beliebigen Mann – auf jede erdenkliche Art zur Verfügung zu stehen. Sie war nichts als eine Fotze. Gefäß für den. The second the lube touched my skin, I shivered, partly from the coldness and partly from the pleasure. After he removed his lubed finger, I waited for the telltale sign of his hard cock rubbing my ass, but instead, he said to me, “Flip over, I wanna see your face when we do this.” I obliged, rolling, sitting on the pillow, then I realized something. “Wait... How’s this going to work?” “Just roll with it, trust me.” “Okay...” I said, skeptically. He scooted closer to me, on his knees, “I hope. I love you so much that I never tried to fuck you, not even once. Whenever it happened, you slept very well all night long. Maybe the next time it happens, I will keep it inside you and wake you up so you will stop calling me a liar about it.”That explains how she can take a dick without knowing it. He isn’t longer than the other guys, but his dick is fatter than mine.Kids shuffling around was inevitable, but no one moved the girl from that side of me. I did, however, have a different girl. She was 67, been widowed for six years but before her husband was a drinker and he made her life miserable, “He was a right bastard” she said as I laughed. I looked at her, she was overweight, around 5’5”, white hair, big tits, wearing a blue cardigan and blouse with a blue skirt with what looked like tights. She sat and I moved so I was literally facing her, we were inches apart.For some unknown reason as she talked my cock seemed to stiffen, I was getting extremely turned on by the old girl,.