I feel her pussy tightening like a vise on my hard cock as her orgasm is approaching. I press deep and hard as I hold her ass in a vise grip, bringing... her over the edge. I lifted my head from her mouth, wanting to watch her in the throws of her orgasm. " Come for me Karen...let go now," I said to her commandingly, knowing she was right there. She felt herself tipping over and couldn't have stopped for the world. My last rough hard push inside her made her see stars. She went hot and cold at the. "I know for certain that there are people who - in the right circumstances - get sexual pleasure out of pain and they are not just passive pussies. Erotic pain and sexual submission are not the same thing. You don't have to let someone else control you to receive pleasure from what others call pain." And how do YOU know that masochists are for real?" sneered Dave."Because I am one!" I shouted back.The room was suddenly very, very quiet. Everyone was looking back and forth from Dave to me. Carrying a ladder, Rob's attention was fixed on the rhythmic rise and fall of the young teacher's magnificent ass cheeks under her thin white dress. "I don't know how I would be able to get these supplies down without your help,” She went on, "That ladder is way too heavy for me." Inside the closet Rob braced the ladder while she started to climb up, acting as if she wasn't aware of Rob's eyes running up and down her legs. "That's right take a good look, you horny little fuck," she thought. For other details, mail me. I had been in many relations; some were passing affairs and a few got me serious. I am a divorcee and I live in Navi Mumbai. So let’s get started. This story happened after high school. I was a good student and always scored high marks. And that never stopped me from being a naughty child. The entire evening was spent playing with both guys and girls. We used to live in a flat. So our common games were either self-developed games using balls or hide and seek or games.