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The 4 1/2 litre Bentley
Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, First Time, Prostitution, Reluctance, Romance, Author: abroadsword, Rating: 84.6, Source: sexstories.com
stick him in me?" "Uh," I said, "We're not even engaged." "That doesn't matter!" she insisted, "Surely you want to?" she asked. "You said it hurts sometimes?" I said. "Only when I'm not ready," Doris insisted. "Right," I said. "But I'm ready, do you want to feel?" she asked. "Not really," I explained, "It seems awfully familiar." "Oh for heaven's sake!" she protested and she lay back and smiled as she spread her legs wide and dragged me towards her by grasping my balls with one hand while as I was pulled helplessly towards her she slipped two or three fingers of her other hand inside herself and sort of fluttered it around for a moment before as guided me towards her. I almost fell and as she positioned my willy between the pouting lips of her crimson gash I fell forward driving it forcibly inside her making her gasp in surprise. "Oh sir, you are eager!" she said. "Sorry," I said. "Don't be sorry, a girl wants to feel wanted, it's quite a compliment really," she said, and added, "Aren't you going to do anything then?" "No," I said, "This feels wonderful!" and it did, warm velvet syrup engulfed my member and in my mind I was back in mothers womb, safe inside my cocoon far from harm, far from the troubles of the world. "It's all very well," she said, "But it don't do nothing for me, can't you hump me or something, you're squashing me!" "Sorry," I said. "Just pull back a bit and push and pull back and, ahhhhhhh," she said as I did as she said, "That's much better!" and ...