My legs were wrapped tightly around the bass of his back. He then put his hand around my neck and said "tell me when you come" he fucked me like he ha... not had sex for years. He was pounding me and staring right at me, I don't think we blinked once. His dick felt incredible in me. His rhythm was that of a salsa dancer and every time he sunk deeper into me, he gripped my neck a bit further. He shifted himself slightly (without me noticing) and he moved my arms up behind my head. I had to be the. Mmmm … Mrs. Etebo … I like the sound of that …. Doctor and Mrs. Etebo, M.D. … it's got quite a ring to it,” she chuckled.Deep down I knew it was only playful banter. But hearing these words caused my pain and adrenaline to spike into the stratosphere. The words only summarized the game I’d agreed to play. But hearing our situation summarized in such a bald and direct way felt like ten-thousand needles being pushed into my chest and stomach. My head throbbed with the old saying ‘many a true word. Why would he want to put his finger there? I was getting really excited from the prolonged fucking, and it seemed like I hadn't had an orgasm in ages. I whispered, 'John, Darling, would you do me just a little faster. I think I need to go over. It won't take very much.' Instead of going faster, though, he started stroking my button with his finger. That was really exciting! With big, warm Herman inside my pussy and John's finger on my clitoris, I soon felt my orgasm approaching. I reached over. Tits pushed out and nipples standing at attention. And the front of my skirt darkening as piss ran down the insides of my bare thighs, cascading over my calves and shoes and onto the sparse grass surrounding the aspen.My gaze locked with Lucy’s first, shame burning as her gasp of surprise and disgust as I pissed myself, her mouth silently forming words. What the fuck. It pushed me closer to the climax I’d been craving all week. Closer, but still frustratingly distant. Perhaps unobtainable,.
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