I wondered if I made different sounds too; I probably do. The fucking became more frantic as you pushed back against me and my hips smacked audibly a...gainst your butt. I could see in the mirror that your eyes were closed and you were focused on nothing but the thing sliding in and out of you.Then you lowered your shoulders and reached back between your legs, your fingers locating the opening in the crotch of the strapon. Well, I hadn't said you couldn't touch me, just yourself. In a. I can feel his hands on my shoulders, pushingme downwards. I break the kiss and kneel on the floorbefore him. Deftly I unbutton his jeans, lowering themwith his boxers to the floor, he steps out of them. His penisis so hard and erect. I instantly want to taste it, feel thefamiliarity of it within my mouth. I take him as far as I caninto my mouth, cupping my hand around him too,rhythmically I lick and gently suck. His hands weavethrough my hair, pulling my head back occasionally so hecan watch.. Not for me, but because I knew, I just knew, that the man holding the gun on me was dead. I didn't know how I knew that, but I was sure of it. I just watched, fascinated, watching to see how it would happen.There was a role reversal going on here. I was her Daddy, her hero, the man who made the monsters go away, the one that could do anything she needed done. But not this time. It was her turn to take care of me, protect me. I didn't understand it, but I knew it to be true. All I had to do was. "Are you ready?" Oh I'm ready." she answered"What are you ready for?" I continued"I'm ready for you large cock" Miranda raised her voice."Ready for my large cock to do what?" I smiled at the amount of torture the teen was going through."I'm ready for your large cock to fuck my tight little pussy" she hissedSatisfied with the brunettes response I brought her down fast almost letting her fall on my stiff member and impaling her roughly. Her head swung back, her arms getting weak and letting go of.