His hands slowly made their way to the hair of his partner, not forcing her any further, but resting there and allowing her to work on his tool withou...t interference with her long, brown hair. Though, if she teased him again like that, he might just loose control and force her. Even though it might be violent, brute like and controlling, the male had a strong belief that she absoultely adored it when he was a violent, controlling brute. She could feel the strong, long fingers of her lover in. , sunglasses raised on her head, and some sort of towelling sun-robe affair. The fence was too high for me to see over, but to an adult, no more than chest high, so that was all I could see of my Florence Nightingale as I desperately tried to stem the choking sobs. I may only be ten, but I want to be a man to a lady, you know? And especially an “old” lady, like Mrs B.I say old, because she must have been all of forty – but to a ten-year-old… I turned my now bleeding knee towards her, and sobbed. " A seductive grin crossed her face. * His lips met mine and he kissed me with a fiery passion. My whole body became alert, each sense acute and sharpened. I melted underneath the passion and lust behind his lips. I wanted him. I jumped into him, my hands searching his body, getting to know it. To feel the muscles under the taut, russet skin of his. I felt the muscles under his abdomen, clearly professing power. His hand reached up to caress my cheek, holding it as if it were a very delicate. His throbbing erection rubbed against her thigh, so close to that cunt.Isis kissed him again, the hot tongue exploring his mouth in detail.She lifted herself up a bit until she was right on top of him, in a good spot for sex.He felt her pause a second or two.Then he held his breath as her pussy slipped over his cock, velvety smooth, and again hot, so hot he was afraid it would burn his dick.She said, "You're not going to get burned you little fuck, I told you that once already." I understand,".