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I thrust into you harder and harder, my balls slapping against your ass. I quickly pull out of you just seconds before I go over the edge. Your eyes open and you start to ask me why I stopped but I grab you and roll you over onto your stomach. I enter you again, but from this position you are much tighter. You moan as you can feel every inch of my hard cock deep inside you. I kiss the back of your neck as I thrust into you long and slow trying to last as long as I can. I reach under you and start to rub your clit. After a few seconds you start gasping and I feel your muscles tighten around my cock. You start cumming as I explode deep into your pussy. I cum so hard that I collapse on top of you, emptying myself inside you. After a few moments I slide off of you and you roll over onto your side. I lay down behind you, spooning against you and holding you tight to me. We kiss for a little while until we both fall asleep holding each other. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to actual events, characters, persons, alive or dead or beings of Earth or the multiverse, past, present or future, is purely coincidental. Unless, of course, I'm psychic, in which case this a work of non-fiction. But I highly doubt that, I'm not that attuned. I mean if I was, I’d have won Powerball by now and been able to afford creative writing classes and a proofreader. Be forewarned, these writings may trigger some issue or issues that you have, either by the language used or it’s content in general. If you are one to get bothered by every little thing, just close it now and step away from wherever the hell it is that you are reading this. Chapter 1 : A Ghost,� On A� Cold, Lonely Road Thirty five miles an hour. That was the speed limit for this road. On a good day. This day, was not one of them. The wind was either trying to drive the rain through the sheet-metal shell that surrounded me or toss me into the rock strewn walls mere feet from my tires. It didn’t really matter amateur what it's intent was, the battle was the same. My hands gripped the wheel, tight enough to feel the threaded seams that bound the leather to its frame, as I reacted to every gust and corrected that lumbering beast cutie back between the pavement’s edges. The radio was loud, cranked up high enough to be heard above the whistles and howls of the furious, climatic onslaught, going on outside Cuckold the thin metal armor. tits “Six feet of snoooooow, coming through my huge radio,,, It's raining in stilettooos, from here, clear down, to Meeehheexico…”1 Oh, how appropriate that those lyrics and that song, flowed out of those speakers at just that moment. “My hands are nummmmmm, from hanging on that steering wheel….” But, then again, Little Feat did always have a weird symbiotic relationship with the soundtrack of my life, as did Mr. Seger and even Springsteen, until his angst went from defiance to whining like a little bitch. But I digress. I do that a lot. My friends say I have ‘Alice’s Restaurant-itis’ . See what I mean. Anyway, this story is not about that, it’s about something else entirely. I huge released Liz from the handcuffs and removed the nipple clamps, she moaned and rolled onto her side into a foetal position with both her hands between her thighs clasping her tits pussy. Shut the fuck up, man. We’re not leaving her here.” He nodded at Kareena, who now clung to his side like a newborn puppy. She had very few limits. Really looking forward to dinner as I’m starving!” Cuckold British authorities had seemed as confused as he was on the subject. Against her better judgement, she risked a glance out the window to try and see who had done this. I wanted to raise my child with love and understanding. I felt Rose keeping her body on mine, but of course, that didn't stop me from twitching around like a mechanical robot. Toby couldn’t help but admire her as she moved in cutie front of him; looking at her beautiful, young face; down over her petite breasts, to her toned, stomach and slender legs. I could smell her sex and knew she was already wet. There was nothing but the sound of cutlery on amateur plates as they both made short work of the meal.