And if her breasts have a cup size it must be something like A-minus because there is no visual evidence that she has any at all. She does wear a bra ...though. I have seen the straps under some of her lighter shirts. Maybe that is why she has the little bust line that she does!I moved my hand back up to her butt cheek and gently squeezed it and massaged it a little."Ummmm, nice," she barely whispered.I kept giving her butt little squeezes, massaging her soft buns and I was softly, almost. Scrabbling forward choked her, pausing gave her less leash. Inch by inch he entered her, her every move serving to make the line shorter.Renee kept fighting him, because she couldn't not, but specks of white danced across her vision, and her movements began to grow sluggish.Then Zack drove himself into her and the specks transformed to fireworks. She felt herself convulse around his rod, her insides automatically pulsating around it, as she fought for air.He pulled out, and she gulped one. But his reluctance was no match for my romantic poetry: I told him that he didnt have to worry about me falling in love with him, and that if he wouldnt sleep with me Id find someone else who would. As it happened, we split the difference. He agreed to have sex with me, and to the best of my knowledge at the time, he made good on our deal. The experience was so underwhelming, so strikingly devoid of the blissful, painful, or intensely emotional sensations Id been promised, I wondered what was. Her nipples were hard and erect and as soft as the material was, it could not slide past those nipples without help. I looked at her body with obvious admiration, tantalized by the view that didn’t quite show everything. I was reluctant to move, knowing that the further I went the closer I would get to the end of this magnificent experience. I looked into her eyes and saw the anticipation and realized that I was being selfish, that she deserved to receive what she had given, and much.