ah ha !

ohhh i look into Your eyes as You say its Your turn next and i smile to myself would love to have my tongue inside Your ass
then i feel the crop handle spread my slit and Your hand pressing to my back
i look down to the grass and just feel

those ego are cool

o have a deer..but if I didn't have something yet..those are cool looking

waved n fades

Livingroom
If you protested, he's pretty certain he'd be pushing you back again as many times as it took. In fact, it could be fun to get push back.

But not today, this works perfectly for him. You work perfectly for him.

That's the damned point.

Everything can be perfect in his life, but if things aren't at the right level, he's not settled, and for whatever reason, this level was low.

You can remove your shirt, in the same way he can deal with your trousers and whever else is on your lower half.

Naked is what he wants, and nakes is what he's going to get, until he can plaster his naked body against yours, bury his face into your shoulder and sink his teeth into the muscle, not quite enough to break the skin, but you're going to feel it.

grabbing a coffee and sitting in the front by the window, and getting out my phone and tapping on my new app than can read the thoughts of women passing by...I just installed the update which allows me to feed words into those thoughts.

back if you want to finish

laughing
~well glad you approve
it’s my turn next

using the handle of my crop to spread open
your plump sex .. sliding it between the moist pink lips
my other hand on your back
keeping you bent ovet

you have a very sweet pussy, miss..
... I'm so glad you stopped by today.
my eyes glued to your smooth sex

nodding at the young lady that as just enter

slowly pressing the bulbous cockhead into the shaved beauty ..... working it in .. and out .. in a slow rhythm ..

Livingroom
Rrowrl. It's spoken as half word, half sound effect. You'll notice there's no resistance whatsoever to what you're doing. No, no, the opposite entirely - I can glue my own damn back to the wall if this is where you'd best like me to be, thank you very much, which I suspect I'm about to be doing.

You know, this shirt is superfluous?

And it's as easy to get rid of as it is to re-glue my back to the wall.

I don't exactly recall the gist of your text, and no longer care. You can call me over any time, as long as this ends up happening.

my hands taking the velvety flesh of your ass
massaging.
then I lean down. my tongue sliding right up the crack
then giggling
~is it wrong I like the taste of ass

then gives it a hard slap

that's what we're going to find out

is it too tight?

Watching you intently with the very sharp needle and thread
in one hand and the flagon of liquid in the other.
When he glances up, her heart starts to thump hard
in her chest, a moment turns into a century then back
to the present and you blink and look down, she looks
down confused by what just passed. Then you pour
the antiseptic onto the ragged and torn flesh and
the burn is intense making her hisss in her breath.
But that is nothing to the
stab of the needle into her tender flesh and she cries
out at the sharp pain. Trying to stifle her cries she
bites down hard onto the leather, shivering with each
entry of the needle into her flesh. She can't watch so
she just stares over her head, which is bent over your
task, her hands grip the grass in handful.
When the ordeal is finally over she's white again and
about to pass out. When you look up again she's panting
a glazed look in her eyes, the leather almost bit through.
She looks down at her leg seeing the neat stitches and then
glances back to you, a look of wonder
on her face. Her kind would put leaves from medicinal plants
covered with moss then cobweb to keep it but the chances of
death would be great.
Ithreal...love you. Mixcoatl. love. She nods her
head firmly. More certain of this anything in her life.
love!

Livingroom
He chuckles, really the answer doesn't much matter. He figures you know you're welcome whether you knock or not.

Besides, he knocks at your place as well.

Nope.

Thanks his answer about your turn, though he isn't going to push you back immediately because he's not a complete fool.

But he does do it, pushing you back again before taking another kiss.

If the first was just the greeting, this one is demanding.

the sun clearly heating my body and i am a bit concerned about sunburning my light skin
enjoying Your touch. Those fingers gently sliding along my body feels amazing as i am pushed forward to bend over the railing it is actually more comfortable than standing in these boots

i right stomp once

sitting back on the table..

what's wrong with my pussy? what do you want to do to it with that dildo?

comes in for a drink
she is with a backpacker group
and they parted at the fountain outside in the square to search for likely places to meet up in the evening
each will visit a place and bring back a report
she got a lil notebook in her plaid shirts right breast pocket and
a pencil in the left breast pocket
they kinda poked her bad at the nipples below

hand on your back
~ pony is sweating already
fingers gently gliding up and down your skin

then my hand forcing you forward do your bent over the railing

~don’t move