“Mmmmmmm” Julie moaned, “ My wonderful King has a talented tongue.” Blocking out the crowd of people Julie patted her ass to encourage King and he jumped onto Julie’s back his cock jabbing wildly. Julie masturbation put her hands between her legs and grasping his hot cock guided him to her waiting pussy, letting out a deep sigh of contentment as his cock drove home filling her full. King seemed to sense her acceptance and started to fuck Julie hard, her moans of pleasure seemed to encourage him more. Julie found herself pushing back to meet King’s thrusts and when she teen felt his knot pressing against her amateur pussy lips it seemed so natural to relax and allow him to enter her. Julie moaned loudly as the knot opened her and then starting to swell inside her, throbbing and pulsing. Julie’s fingers danced on her clit and King pumped his cum deep into her body as her orgasm burst through her body. The shouts and cheers from the room bought Julie back to reality as King was still buried japanese deep in her pussy. “Thank you lover” Julie whispered under her breath and then yelled loudly as King was roughly pulled from her body and a cock thrust in. Julie tuned out as the man humped and grunted looking forward to the next time she could be with her true love, King. The G-Spot . . . Or not. A note to my readers: This story is based on fact. If you doubt that, Google 'G-Spot' and read the results of actual studies—not the many fluff sites. The results of the combined studies will blow your mind. The conclusion of those studies is that the 'G-Spot' is a myth and doesn't exist. Surprised? Yeah, so was I, since I know better. As a senior at The University of Texas, my major was Psychology, more specifically, The Psychology of Human Sexuality. It may sound weird, but even though I grew up with a schizophrenic mother and big sister, I wasn't the least bit interested in 'abnormal psychology'. I simply had no interest in the study of sick people. I even convinced the Dean of the Psychology department to allow me to forego many of the prerequisites dealing with Abnormal Psychology in favor of classes such as The Psychology of Women, and The Psychology of Human Sexual Behavior. Those were both new additions to the curriculum, and they were having trouble filling those classes, so he readily agreed. After all, I was a 'behaviorist' by nature. I cared much less about what caused us to act in a certain manner, than what it takes to change our behavior, eliminating bad behavior, and creating new patterns of behavior. Needless to say, I was a HUGE fan of B.F. Skinner and Pavlov, Classical Conditioning and Behavior Modification. It wasn't until my senior year that my focus evolved in a totally different direction. During one of my classes in Female Sexuality, my professor totally dismissed the possibility of females asian having a 'G-Spot'. He cited study after study denouncing the existence of a G-Spot, some of them involving MRI exams and other methods of detecting deviances in the physiology of the female vagina. Then the vibrator in my pussy hummed to life. She'd probably make my life a misery at the very least and might well change her viewpoint about cheating on me so I had little choice but to go along with it and try to control it. I let her clean up in my bathroom. My heart hammered in my chest. Lilith kept her eyes down. I had the head of Billy's cock in my mouth and I was moving my tongue all over it feeling the strange texture of it. Man overboard." Putting my three middle fingers together, I started burrowing into her love tunnel a few millimeters at a time. She leaned her head against my amateur shoulder, as I took both of my hands and cupped her boobs with them. "You know that his agent Dmitri is in the know. We went into bar and got our drinks, then sat at a table. Thor was beginning to show signs of restlessness, shaking his head and groaning as her expert fingers drew the last drops of pre-cum out of masturbation his loins, and the Scullery Maid saw to her surprise that the hourglass had run out. I just wanted to tell how beautiful I thought you were, asian how beautiful you are. I mocked. As James began to literally glow with pure energy, he mentally put his foot down. I continued running the four goofballs around, using them to distract me from my hemorrhaging ego. At about 4PM the doctor came out and told the Pages that Deborah's condition wasn't improving; her heart was just giving out. While fear gripped me, I found my hand slipping between my pink robes as Ava joined me beside Sven. All written down by my neighbor. No. No!” She doubted she was going to come, but feeling him fuck her was pleasant, right up until the point he pulled out of her and thrust directly into her tender, gaping anus. Paul then confessed to me that he was jealous of all the time I was spending in the chemistry class. Scheiße, das hatte noch gefehlt. I couldn’t agree more! I could see that he wanted to cause me pain, and that knowledge made me want it as well, but I sought further depravities, for Corruption always seeks to stoop lower. I acknowledged I heard her and japanese put the empty bottle and glasses on the kitchen counter. I held her. The sounds she made blended with the sloshing and swishing inside her teen mouth. From there I kissed every square inch of her flat belly while running fingers through her thick curly blond muff.