. . the other kind. “Hold off cumming,” my trainer coached under me, “but fuck me! Hard as you can! Come on!” The pounding built and built. B...oth our hearts and bodies thundered harder and harder, as we breathed fiercely. I wanted to both hold and spew myself at the same time. The tension made my head swim. She made my head swim. This was the most disciplined fucking I had ever experienced. God, could I do it? Could I both keep fucking her hard and not explode? “Come on! Yah!” she yelled,. "Your triumphant entry into Tradagha, the capital of Tirfil, at the head of your troops will be splendid, Master, but it is the job of men like me to lead the troops into the battle to make that entry possible," said the old man."I appreciate receiving honest advice from my ministers, but I am not bound to act as they wish. Border skirmishes are one thing, but if I declare war, then I must put my own self at the same risk as the men I order to fight," said the Emir, then hardening his tone of. The journey was so tense and I kept touching her thigh and even feeling the warmth of her pussy on the journey as she run her painted nails across my thigh. Talking about how she wouldn’t be able to concentrate and how horny she was feeling. Her nipples were poking through her dress as she stepped out of the car turning to wave goodbye.Going home nothing much happened for the evening apart from me sending her text messages telling her how hard my cock was how good her panties were smelling and. She would of sucked me off until I shot my load down her throat if I let her but I wanted that sweet wet cunt on my cock, I pulled her up off my cock and over onto my body.“Daddy wants me to fuck him, mmmnnnn, yes please, I’m so wet for cock”She was on me and guiding my cock up into her waiting hole, and fuck she was dripping wet, it slid straight up her as she forced herself down to take it, the night before she’d rode me slow, today she was wild, riding like it was the last cock she would.