The water falls on your head, face and his balls. You cup his shaved sack in your hands, feeling his balls slide around inside as stroke under his sac...k. Good, it all feels so good, all impulse, all now. His head is back, groaning at the ceiling.Now you need to ride him, impale yourself on that hard cock.Again you lead him by his cock, this time back to the bed, pushing him onto it, lying face up. You follow on, sitting across him, his cock back where you need it, deep in your pussy. Spots of. ************ They walked back to the car, Dave held the door open for Rebecca and she thanked him. He ran back around the front of the car and got in behind the wheel. ‘Now what?’ he asked. After a moment, she smiled. ‘What?’ he queried, his eyebrows raised. The what was a house that sat on a plot of land that stretched as far as Dave could see. The house was larger than any he’d seen before, its dark brick facade making it appear as if it was disappearing in the setting sun. There was light. She lowered herself down into her curtsy, bent her knee forwardmaking sure to keep her back straight. Slowly and with grace she returnedto an upright position, lowering her hands to her side and raising herhead. She preformed her curtsy just as her mother had trained andexpected her to.Miss Styles looked on with delight as her former son showed his obedienceand appreciation. The boy once made of snips and snails and puppy dogtails showed her the proper respect she so richly deserved. She. It hurts badly. You’re hurting me!”“It won’t hurt for long, Ritu”, I promised, not knowing if that was true or not, and not really caring. My cock was halfway into the hottest, tightest little cunt I’d ever fucked and I wasn’t about to give up now. All through her protests, Ritu kept her legs up and drawn apart, her skinny young thighs lewdly spread. She was trying to fend my advances off with feeble pushes of her hands and with tossing’s of her head. But she had made no real moves to make me.