With disheveled confidence and lust, she turned her back to him, slid her panties down, revealing herself, bending over, crawling hands and knees on t...op of the coffee table now. She steadied herself, folding her legs beneath her, pushing her knees apart amid her hastily drawn down pants. She leaned forward, and reaching between her legs, spread her labia and teased her clit for him, wet already. Some small part of her protested, clamored to stop, but faded as she began masturbating, shrank as. Plz allow me once. I’ll satisfy you as you need.’ She said ” who r to do that?” I gently rubbed my face to her neck n left hot breath there. She was struggling under me. I kissed all over her face, for the first time i touched her breasts soft, addicted to the feel i kept on gently massaging. She slowly decreased her resistance. I hugged her gave peck on her lips. Then entered my tongue inside her mouth n tasted her saliva. I was very horny at that moment.She was slowly responding n started. After a couple of minutes she pulled back and sat up. She wiped the drips of milk from her nipples with her fingertips and seductively licked and sucked them clean. She leaned forward again and lifted her cute butt up and slid her panties down. She slid them off and then returned to straddling me. She reached between her legs and firmly grasped my throbbing dick. She guided me against her tight young pussy. She still kept it waxed smooth just as it was the first time we made love on our. My first thoughts are of pain, and it is for these first lingering thoughts that I named this phantom of my mind. I think of the sharp sensations of my own bones cracking, splintering, as something or someone bends them beyond what they can stand. I relish the screaming heat radiating from my hands as they’re plunged into a vat of boiling oil, cooking flesh that still lives. I shudder to the singing pain in my arms and legs, sometimes my stomach, as a sharp blade descends over and over, slicing.