Biting down hard on my shoulder, he sits up against the headboard. His hands grab my legs, spreading them apart and gripping them tightly, positioning... his cock at my slit. “Beg for me.” He growls, nails digging into my thighs. I lean my head back, my hands clenching onto his robes again. “P-please…” I say, panting. “Fuck me. Use me.” He grins, showing off his fangs. “Could use some work, but good enough.” He slams my hips into his, not wasting any time to pick up a fast pace. He’s big, each. " Henry realised that the top button of her blouse had given up the unequal battle to keep her blouse closed and had become unfastened. Anch refastened it without embarrassment and then turned her attention back to Henry. "So what should I do first of all?" Well, why don't you take off that veil," Henry said, "I'm sure you don't need it in here."Anch leapt to her feet, startling Henry and shouting. "What do you take me for? Mr Kerrish said I should be nice to you but you treat me like some. First I got to tell you about my mother-in-law. The lady was very good looking in her youth (she still is) and she has managed her aging so skillfully that she still looks very elegant and attractive. What I like most about her is, unlike orthodox Indian old ladies; she is liberal, adventurous, has a very good dressing sense, loves to try out new stuff and is open-minded. She is a widow and has a very good attitude towards life.Off course my wife's pregnancy means no sex for me for some months.. “So that’s what Kara tastes like,” Julie said when he was fully hard. “Jake, how many other of your women have you said that to? That first-in-your-heart thing?”“All of them, although not necessarily with those exact words. Well, not Carol. She knows that we’re friends with benefits, not romantically involved. But that doesn’t change the fact that there is no one that I love more than you. I’d rather die than be without you.”“I love you, Jake Fielding. I’d die without you, too.”He nibbled.