He kissed her gently on her wet lips. She was already so wet. She had even forgotten he had a surprise for her. He licked her pussy with his large ton...gue. She moaned and raised her hips to meet his hot mouth. He sucked her swelling clit with his thick lips she called out. She reached down and grabbed his baldhead and pushed him harder into her waiting dripping pussy. He obeyed her wish. He took off his coat and shirt and tossed them aside. He was in his white tank undershirt. Some called it a. Kisses, licks, bites, dampness, intensity lasted for hours, it felt like, but only minutes had gone by. She gently removed my shirt and blazed a trail down my torso to my loins. I honestly thought I would burst before she got her lovely lips around me, but somehow, I kept that part of me in control. And, so did she. I gasped...then succumbed to her gentleness as she magically worked my cock with her lips, tongue, and more than once, grazed my manhood with her teeth. Every time she brought me. He quickened his pace, pushing her body to the absolute limit, forcing her insides around to allow him to fit. He pushed himself hard inside her again, his balls resting against the crack of her ass as he came inside her. Gushing sperm pulsing through his cock and pushed straight into her waiting womb. She moaned and grunted over and over as he steadily pumped more and more hot sticky cum into her. Regan felt the muscles inside her belly cramp and begin to expand with the sheer force of his. They are taking something from me again. The sense of anger I used to have because I had been stolen. The determination I used to keep inside me, the determination that one day I would see someone again – but I can hardly remember his name anymore. It was a man. Was it my father, or someone else? The sense that I was ... was ... who was I? I have almost forgotten now. Now I am the girl who is loved, because she is obedient. Fulfilled, because she serves. Safe, because she is confined. Happy,.