“Tell me,” he sighed as he licked my blood off of his lips. “Which one of us is better?” His words offended me, as they were meant to, but he ...idn’t give me a chance to reply. He drove into me and any words I would have said would have been choked out by the moan that escaped my lips. Daniel grabbed my hips, careful not to let his sharp nails dig into my skin, as he thruster in and out of me. He had excellent rhythm and with each powerful insertion he hit a spot inside of me which made it feel. I just shook my head and laughed. Grave dug one foot deeper.We spent the afternoon with everyone. After explaining, oh 15 times or so, how Austin and I met, we retired to our rooms after a dinner at a seaside restaurant. (BTW, the grouper…holy cow…)“So, who’s this ‘Zoey’ of yours? Huh? Little bottle rocket of a girl huh?” Austin said with a wink as he slipped out of his shirt. I rolled my eyes.“She’s my ex. First girlfriend. You can see why we aren’t together.” I said, as I tried to forget once. But the circumstances around her self-admiration made it seem all the more important, with her vaguely androgynous hair capping off her very feminine curves with her masculine rod between her legs. After squeezing a breast with one hand and stroking her dick with the other, an idea came across her head for a pleasant surprise for her sleeping wife. Quickly, she jumped in the shower, getting herself cleaned up and waking herself up with the warm water. Then, she dried herself off, wrapped a. She could imagine their wet little dongs, dripping in their pants. He made her come twice that time.Once, it was a crowded elevator. He told her to expose her boobs to the guys on the elevator. Everyone was allowed a feel, he insisted. He allowed her to accept money from one of the men, embarrassing her even more.The humiliation excited her almost as much as his touch. He made her come for every man on that elevator at least once, and blow the last guy on the top floor. She wasn't allowed to.
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