"Tell me you're a slut. Tell me you're my slut."She hesitated for an instant. His fingers tightened again until she felt tears well in her eyes. Then ...he reached his other hand up to grab her neck. He'd stopped moving his hips. Just held her still like that, his grip tightening around her neck until she could barely breathe to speak. He wasn't going to let her go until she said it. He wasnt going to continue fucking her until she uttered the words he wanted to hear. "I'm a slut." She whispered,. I want to feel the wetness of your pretty mouth."She opened her lips and shielded her teeth as his cock slid easily inside her willing mouth. Soon the touch of her demanding tongue was making his prostate tingle with desire. He was right on the edge of shooting his load and knew the force of his juice would push right into the girl's throat. He wanted to warn her but it was already far too late. He felt it start before he had the opportunity to say a single word.Penelope was shocked at the. I asked her if they are doing it on regular basis. She looked little disappointed and said “No yaar. Even not once a week.My husband is always busy and comes at late night tired.” I was really happy to hear this. She asked me about my sex life and I told her my last date in very detail. I could see that she was aroused.Out of nowhere, she asked me about my dick size. I was surprised. With some hesitation, I said its little more than 6 inch. Her eyes spread wide. “Really, is it?”. “Yes its. "We call him 'hands' when his back is turned. He can't talk to a girl without pawing her." But he doesn't know anybody up here, poor fellow." He could not take his eyes off Vixen's smooth legs which were crossed right in front of him."My grad assistant's a nice guy, Phil. Why don't you ask him? He's got a good eye. You going to take your acrylics down with you?"Vixen nodded. "Last chance, Mr. Morris, a long weekend with me in your sleeping bag. How about it?" You are really antsy," he said with.