Based on "the greedy the people" by e.e. cummingsthe angry the girls(as he as can try)they shriek and they bitchand they die for a wishthough flowers in the meadowssay. She had begun to tease me, hands dancing across my thighs, briefly brushing against my cunt hair. I sniffed, realizing that we were both beginning to smell excited. “O, honey,” she said. “It’s not just Passion Mill. You’re torn apart inside.“Ashley from Shepherd’s Crook? O you poor, complicated lady creature. I was right there’s growth here to be had.”I stiffened. “I’m not ready ... but you can probably sense it all, can’t you. That would be the kind of vulnerability to understand in a mate.”“I. Soon we were kissing madly and his thrusts became more fevered in time with the music. I was sure he was going to cum any second…but he didn’t. Oh no, he pulled his cock from within me and slammed his body down on the bed beside me, then uttered one simple, two-word command: ‘Ride me.’ I didn’t dare argue with him for once, I immediately followed orders. I sat up and straddled him, slowly impaling myself on his hot, hard cock, now soaking wet with my juices. We moaned in unison again as his.Read More
