Ashlyn Rae - Dorothy Trades Tricks For Tasty Treats

So, I decided introductions were in order. “Hi, I’m Alice.” I say, and immediately regret it. Gym-Guy’s face twists in confusion, and he slows his thrusts for a second. He loosens the grip on my right wrist, and firmly takes my hand in his. He shakes it. “John.” he says, in a bizarrely professional tone. Well, this is surreal as fuck, but I might as well just roll with it. “John,” I smile, my voice wavering slightly to the feeling of him burrowing inside me, “I’ve wanted you to do this to me for a long time.” “Really?” he smiles, his eyebrows raised, his hips starting to thrust harder. “Yes!” I half-moan, half-cry, “I was thinking about you when I was touching petite myself!” “Were you thinking about me taking you hard and rough?” he asks, his lips brushing against my ear, “Did you put yourself in the locker room so that I would fuck you?” “No!” this time it’s entirely a scream. My body is quaking from the inside; felicitous bouts of trembling pleasure rumbling in my depths, “It was an accident!” “So, I really am raping you.” John said, a hint of regret in his voice. “It’s not rape,” I smile back, each syllable I utter accentuated by a sharp breath, “if I want it.” That got him going, ho-lee-shit. He lets go of my wrists, knowing that I Natural tits won’t fight him anymore. He reaches around me and plants both of his palms against my spandex-clad breasts. He squeezes greedily, the soft flesh protruding teens from his knuckles, my erect nipples sticking out from between his fingers. I love it. My head tilts up, my heavy breathing fogging the metal of the locker. I reach back and spread my ass for him, letting him see what he’s doing to me. JOHN It occurs to me, that I’m probably the worst rapist ever. Giving your real name to your victim has got to be the single dumbest thing a rapist could do. Lucky for me, Alice is orgasm a total freak, so it looks like this isn’t technically rape, which is great for both a legal and moral standpoint. Those words she said, “it’s not rape if I want it,” that was the single hottest thing a woman has ever said to me. And it got me going. My hips drive so hard, my back starts to hurt. My pelvis smashes against her cheeks, which give way to me in delectable jiggles between her spreading fingers. I’m in the throes of mind-numbing sex, when it happens. A cramp. My right thigh allure seizes up on me, and my thrusting stops. My hands leave Alice’s breasts and wrap around her waist. I pick the woman up, who simply interprets the situation as an exciting change of position, and then half-stumble to the bench with her on top of me, facing away. “Alice,” I say, lying on my back as I free a from her breast hand to massage the cramp, “you’re going to have to do some of the work now, I’m cramping up.” Alice looks back at me with an expression that mixes confusion and apprehension. Apprehension? What does a sex-freak like Alice have to be apprehensive about? Plus he already lost by virtue of being a hypocritical prick. Go and acquaint yourself with my slaves. My eyes widened as I trembled. It was hard to reconcile the shy lady who had first caught orgasm my eye barely an hour earlier with this consummate courtesan leading me away from a go-go bar on Patong Beach. Natural tits ” I loved her nipples with all my passion while Daddy's cock pumped in and out of petite me. This wonderful pleasure surged through my body. "What the hell Cathy!? Perhaps they subconsciously hoped that if they closed their eyes and fell asleep, they’d wake up back in their beds and realize teens allure that this had all been a crazy nightmare. I toyed her breasts and nipples for a while and her breathing grew heavier, her kissing more intense. Those guys are amazing." I must resist temptation!