She muttered something under her breath that might've been, "I doubt it," but followed me in the house anyways. I led her to the sofa, indicating wordlessly for her to sit. I sat down in the recliner opposite her. Neither of us spoke cumshot for several minutes. Finally, she broke the silence. "What are you going to do to me?" I ignored her. "What's your name?" "It's-it's Rachel. What are you going to do to me?" "Rachel what?" "Rachel Peck. You're creeping me out, will you just tell me what you're going to do?" "I'm not going to do anything to you, Rachel Peck. We're here to discuss what you're going to do for me. A strip tease won't cut it, there's hotter girls on the internet who wouldn't cost me over a grand to see them naked, but I might be open to, let's say, other considerations." The remark about hotter girls stung her, I could tell, but she seemed resigned to the idea that, unlike with her peers, she wasn't going to be able to bat her eyes and flash a little cleavage to get out of this one. Dejectedly, she asked, "What do you want from me?" "What do I want? You made it clear a few minutes ago that you already know exactly what I want, remember? All of us, how did you put it, 'dirty old men' just want to fuck you, was that it?" It might've been the first time tonight that she recognized that she had also crossed a line. "Don't worry, I won't hold that one against you. You're absolutely right. I do want to fuck you. I want to fuck every hole you've got. I want to see my cock buried in your ass, your pussy wrapped around me as you bounce up and down on top me. I want to see your makeup smeared and running down your face as I fuck your throat. Hell, I wouldn't mind getting you on your knees with those tight little tits of yours wrapped around me. I still haven't decided whether I want to cum in your mouth or on your face more, but I want to keep you around long enough that I get a chance at both. Point is, if we go asian off what I want, you're in for a long, hard couple of nights. Fortunately japanese for you, what I don't want is a rape charge against me. You know what I want, I want to know what you're willing to offer me." When I finished, she dropped her eyes quickly to her feet. Jane felt each spurt, loving the warm, delightful feeling of a nice load of cum in her hot little cunt. Paul and I kept seeing each other. Then she stepped back awkwardly as though realising she had perhaps got too close. I tell Twyla about the highschool party and she says I should go and she’ll drive me. Her moans were quite loud now , in spite the fact that she was trying hard not to cry out loud, but thanks to the loud movie noise, it was getting all muffled. I remembered things I had forgotten for years, things from when I was still a baby. He moved it too fast for her to see. “You too!” I gasp, overwhelmed with all the attention. He steps out of them and I notice him removing his belt from the trousers. I looked up to gauge her progress and her face told me just to keep on and she would surely be exploding over me in a few seconds from now. I couldn’t believe it. I didn't, ah, wouldn't do it with Gloria." "I don't want this," Megan whimpered. After taking time to her long athletic legs, John went to a drawer, pulled out a soft blindfold, and went to stand behind Tori. Suddenly he felt his balls boil over, and he pulled back, japanese grunting as spurts of warm semen coated Isabelle’s chest as Eleanor pumped away at his engorged member. "When he starts to push in push back like you're trying to poop, it will make it easier." "Yes, she will," I nodded my head. “That’s what I’m talking about. He let him drink and used his cumshot shirt to dip in the asian water and cool him off. Her feet sat bare on against the white carpet. As I closed the door behind me, silence returned to the house. Quietly, I head out of the bedroom, looking over my shoulder at my beautiful sleeping wife.