Suddenly he got off me, grabbed my thighs and bent me over the bed like a piece of cloth – just like I like. Then he did something totally unexpected. He just pushed the tip of his pride into me and began to rub my back again. Not that it was nice, he did it very well, but I wasn't nervous about it anymore. I hit him as fast as he could, shaking him like a snake. I felt her slowly take my hair. With his other hand, he stroked my back, then my restless ass, and when he had the reins firmly in his hand, he began to freak me out the last day of his life. I was absolutely devoted to him doing what he wanted with me and he knew it well. He was playing with my breasts, squeezing them and teasing my raised nipples. He didn't even forget to spank my ass.