Her stormy eyes fall upon each post, feeling his every word. His descriptions are evermore vivid and detailed. She can feel her resistance, as feeble ...as the delicate moist material of her panties, faltering. Trying desperately to act normal, hiding the near breathless need to pant and whimper she imagines him doing those explicit things to her trembling body. Panties saturated, she can feel herself so close, lost to the fantasy that he paints before her eyes. The call ends and she places the. I drilled and pumped into her hot, tight, wet pussy, pounding her back against the wall, harder and more aggressively with each thrust!“That's it, you bad, nasty boy! Fuck me like you're a caveman, you big brute! Fuck me like you'd fuck a cheap, filthy whore! Fuck your horny Arab slut with your big, nasty American dick! Fuck me! Give me your American baby! Fuck me! FUUUUCK MEEEEE!!!!”Then, finally, that intense magical moment where we both exploded, our primitive sexual juices, mixing. Walking into the girls changing room you first squeeze past a clothing rack of parkas, Marcus decided to go to Iceland in the middle of the winter because he thought it might be emptier but so far it's been just as packed as it would be every other time of the year, squeezing past the jackets you move down to find a free locker, walking all the way down to the end you find one, you start taking off your boots and put them in the bottom of the locker, nest comes your green parka, and then you. Looking around, we were awed by the solemn beauty of the place. It could have been a majestic cathedral. I lay down on the blanket and motioned Val to lie beside me. Our eyes darted everywhere, taking in the interplay of light and shadow, of brown trunks, light green undergrowth, and darker pine needles. Val rolled onto her side to face me and softly said, ‘Hold me, Ken.’ I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and gently pulled her close. I could feel her breath against my neck. ‘I love you,.