“Fuck me,” she pleaded, imbued with a newfound strength of will and wantonness. Blowjob sex Taking the bottle of lotion she began to massage each round young orb. Her arse felt like a red hot poker had been inserted and she very nearly vomited. The thought raced through her mind to bite his cock, yet it was so damn hard, like vulcanised rubber. Tears welled in her saddened eyes and ran disconsolately and unchecked down each soft cheek. Shorts pooled at his feet, Anthony exhaled deeply as the knob brushed across her clamped tight lips, depositing a smudge of precum. An inexpilcably delayed reaction, Ashlee shrieked. “Actually it was more of a dream.”
Yes, it had all been a dream, she convinced herself. Her face in the mirror was pale and wan, jaw fully extended. Ashlee dared not breathe, let alone move, bracing herself and pre-empting the pain long before it arrived. Eyes wide with fear, she moaned onto the spongy tip, tasting a combination of sweat and precum.
