She took him fully in one quick movement with a lustful moan.Greg moaned loudly, overwhelmed in sensation. She set a brutal pace, grinding her hips. S...he threw her head back in pleasure as he stretched her pussy just right. Hitting all the right places, making her toes curl. Greg erratically thrust upward, matching her pace. Both were desperate to cum. She whimpered as she got closer and closer. For once, not needing any other stimulation, she bounced faster as her body tensed, clamping. "Well, come on in Sophia, you're just in time. I'm heading out in about ten minutes, so just make yourself at home." as I watched her do just that, walking with pep, toward the livingroom. I paused a moment before closing the front door to watch her walk down the hall, with those wonderful breasts bouncing as she turned the corner.For a tweenager, it was an easy gig for easy money, as basically Sophia just had to hang out at the house with my son for a few hours or so, feed them breakfast and. He suggested that they could exchange their photos, but first, he wanted to make sure, that they didn't know each other. He also wanted to know how she'd come to the idea of spanking. From reading, she answered. Their e-mail conversation continued. “Have you ever been spanked?” he asked. “I was spanked as a child, but I didn't like it. Now, it will be something different, I believe.” “Yeah, it will. However - have you ever dreamed about spanking before you started reading those stories? I mean,. At times he made me feel innocent, and feeble on experience. My mind was erased from reality until the room filled with smoke. It all became so real. I squirmed at my horniness. In the back of my mind I thought, “He knows my deepest darkest secrets, he can do anything with them…he knows what I like.” He moved towards me and mumbled a soft kiss in the seam my neck, “I love you”. I got nervous at the lost of reality. I pulled away from him and watched his eyes flicker under the dim light of the.