He bottoms out everytime he pushes deep. Your orgasm builds and builds until it becomes too much. You pull out of the kiss and pant “I’m gonna... gonna... oooh!” And you came as he started fucking faster. You wanted him to stop because your pussy was super sensitive now that you came but he said “trust me, kissing you’ll thank me in a minute” and sped up even faster. He was thrusting fast and you could tell what he meant by you’d thank him in a minute. You were going to cum again, and this time, you didn’t wife know what it would be like. It felt different.... better. There was also something else going on inside of you. He was pulsing as you pulsed. Oh shit... he was gonna cum inside. “Cody pull out! Pull out!” “But you’re almost there” missionary he begs. “Don’t cum in me. Cum on me.” You Fucking beg but he doesn’t listen. Your orgasm reaches the point of explosion and your body jolts back as a reaction to the intensity of it. As you cum, so does he. He pulls out and squirts his cum all over! You hear him mumble “shitshitshit” as he empties his balls on your pussy. You lay back completely exhausted and he lays next to you on the makeshift blanket. You glance over at him and say, “I knew you were cumming... BUT FUCK!” “Butt fuck? We can do that too.” Cody retorts with a wink. “Just give me a minute to recover”. You both laugh. After you recover, he has you get dressed while he cleans up the mess you two made. That’s the most productive you’ve seen him in weeks. Butt fuck huh? Maybe next time. Living in the projects of Chicago is exactly how it sounds. A nightmare. To make matters worse, my mom’s usually fucked up on whatever drug she can find half the time, doing some unsavory things in order to maintain her fix. We’ve all had to do things we’re not proud of to survive in this hell hole, myself included. Being a small, pale skin, “sissy” white boy in a place like this has made me an easy target. Especially without a dad to protect me, he left a long time ago. It’s bad enough that I’m constantly confused for a girl, but being the son of a whore doesn’t make matters any better. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mother, but she’s hard to be with. Constantly degrading me and always fucked up. Bringing home assholes who treat us like shit. Some of them would have indian easily had their way with me if it wasn’t for the deal I made with Nekeisha. He stepped closer. My eyes widened. Each player’s name was announced to a small cheer as a bathing suit clad woman took each by the hand and led him to indian a seat. The statue even appeared to be crying as a clear liquid flowed down it's cheeks the same as on Vestus's face. Against our will, we have a man living with kissing us. young face and missionary she Fucking was blushing, but didn't do anything Let my dick taste your sweet pussy...It will boost my moral...I swear, I will not ask you again." She licked it and then took the crown in her mouth. She had quite a big clit. wife I had seen a lot of tits around the motel. A steady stream of patrons were making their way over to Tina to taunt, fondle, take pictures, and even, it appeared, to tuck a couple of singles inside her tightly stretched panties. I was just astonished is all!” Rachel said, feeling slightly insecure.