I love to hear it when you moan your responses and feed my hardness. I cup your legs, finding pleasure in the warmth my dick feels from your pussy. Sl...ow at first, grinding circles inside you. Then I tell your pussy to come here with my dick, thrusting slowly forward and back. You are so wet. I turn you over and pull your hips into me and begin to make skin clap against skin, the sweet sounds of doggy style. I go faster and faster. I pull your silky gold locks again, inhaling your scent.. Then again, I’m the writer, so I could skip over that whole messy guy thing and start with Liesel. Liesel. Liesel… she was sort of my first, too. Not like Mark — I mean, the asshole practically stole my virginity (well, at the time, I wanted it, but still). Liesel was different. Liesel was… she was warm, and silly, but intelligent in a way that made you feel completely uncomfortable and completely at ease, simultaneously. Liesel was… Liesel. It wasn’t that hard to notice her. She wasn’t loud or. She was at the height of her loveliness. Her lips were full and red. She needed no eye or brow makeup. Being so ravenly black, it all came natural to her. He took her hand to examine her red polished nails. Perfect! Her long fingers were the reason that made her such an accomplished pianist and harpist. "You're just as stunning as the day I left for the war." Thank you," Grace smiled broadly. "Get in the automobile. Stan will take us to Del Monicos for lunch and we can catch up there." You look. Cody’s futile attempt to hold onto his clothes started as a belly-laughing moment my stomach ached from all the laughing and it turned into the most exciting foreplay I have ever had. We wrestled like 10-year-old boys greased up like pigs half out of the tent and naked as the day we were born. Cody eventually submitted to me as I covered his body with kisses then sucked on his nipples until his feet touched the sky. His ass sat up like a dog looking for a treat and where I come from good.