emogalx22:No longer a girl, she was a woman, and as a woman, womanly pleasures were hers to delight
emogalx22: No longer a girl, she was a woman, and as a woman, womanly pleasures were hers to delight in. She could not longer stand the sight of his meaningful glances, so she submitted to his advances. She could not stand the clinging embrace of her clothes and so she removed them, baring herself - denying him nothing. Her feminine instincts told her thatthis was her mate. There was to benothing between them. She parted her legs and presented him with the ripe, succulent fruit of her loins; invitation enough for him to use her as he wished. The ball was in his court now and she could only watch breathlessly, the magnificent sight of his rigid cock ploughing into the soft folds of her sex. Right now, all that she could be was the instrument of his pleasure and the channel for his release. As girl, she played with dolls, but now as a woman, she was a plaything herself - a living doll of desires and wants and lusts and needs… And what she needed right then and there was the liquid proof of his desire, safely deposited into her body, there to remain as sordid proof of his want of her… of hiswillingness to spill his seed where it belonged, not with fear, but with anticipation…. -- source link