I lay there looking up, feeling almost like a spectator in this rape, and fought down another orgasm each time he jerked up to stimulate my clit on the end of each thrust. Mature sex He was in the right crowd, and no slouch to look at. I couldn’t gulp enough air into my lungs – the position he’d twisted me into restrained my breathing. A Brazilian wax was what the rather hefty woman at the parlor had called it. I had more trouble finding the damn thing than he seemed to. Now it wasn’t only my pussy, but my thighs were dripping wet and hot. “All the time you’ve spent teasing, I think it’s time you learned to beg for something now and then. But he only seemed more excited by the fact that he would get to pop my cherry. He shuddered and quaked for a few more moments, staying deep inside even while his cock softened.
