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The art exhibit had stimulated their conversation to a whole new and deeper level, and the afternoon outing had segued into dinner without ever being discussed. Also not discussed was the fact that Chelsea would be going home with David that night, because they both knew it. David had turned out to be a strong, confident lover, just as Chelsea had hoped. He had taken her by the shoulders and kissed her, pressing her back against the door to his apartment the moment it was closed behind them. He had taken both her wrists in one of his big hands and stretched her arms over her head, holding her in his gaze as he raised his free hand to take hold of her chin and run his thumb across her lips. He had caressed and fondled her through her clothing, taking possession of her, until Chelsea had felt that if he let go of her wrists she would simply collapse. But he had let go, and she had continued to stand there, not even lowering her arms, pinned there by his gaze. Until he told her to take off her blouse… And then her skirt… Chelsea had never experienced anything remotely like it: standing in front of a man and being told not only to strip but exactly what to take off and when, removing item after item under his gaze and handing each one to him as if slowly surrendering pieces of her will - which she was, and gladly. And when she’d finally placed her panties into his hand – somewhat embarrassed by the amount of moisture she’d felt there as she handed them over - and stood naked before him, Indian Girls Fucking she had never felt so vulnerable. Or so aroused. David had sensed this, apparently, for without any further attempt at foreplay he had simply opened and unzipped his pants and yanked them down past his hips, exposing his already fully erect cock. Then he’d reached down behind her knees and lifted her off the floor, simultaneously spreading her legs and slamming her back against the door as he thrust into her. It was overwhelming. It felt almost like a rape, almost like… The Director’s Cut of her fantasy had suddenly filled her mind: being held down and used like a slave-girl on the restaurant table. Oh God, oh God, oh God… . She’d come almost immediately, letting out an animal-like groan as she did. Then she’d wrapped her legs around David’s waist, meeting his every thrust with one of her own, reaching her second orgasm just before his first. They had both collapsed to the floor then and lain there intertwined, looking into each other’s eyes without speaking until their cooling perspiration made them feel chilly. David had stood then and shed his rumpled clothing before kneeling down to pick Chelsea up in his arms and carry her into his bedroom. That had been only the beginning of the most intellectually, emotionally and (of course) sexually fulfilling relationship Chelsea had ever experienced. And now, a year later, she and David were still head over heels in love with each other. They called and emailed and texted each other several times a day. They talked about everything under the sun. They loved being together and lusted after each other unfailingly. They had long since moved in together and marriage was definitely something they both wanted when they were a little better off financially. For Chelsea it was the happiest time of her life and she believed it was for David as well. But… David had never spanked her again. And though in some ways Chelsea was glad about that, not wanting to displease him for any reason, there was something about that night that nagged at her imagination, a new film loop in the projector: not only being spanked by David, but spanked in a public – or nearly public – situation. Spanked the way he had spanked her in the vestibule that night, but the way she’d re-imagined it later, with her skirt up and panties down…and harder, and longer. They were usually able to communicate their sexual desires very frankly and openly. Billy felt his orgasm move slowly up his legs so he sped up the pace, trying to get more strokes in her before he finished. Amanda was giving him her devastating smile as she approached. She didn't even last a minute before her hips started bucking and she came to a screaming shuddering climax. Maybe that was by design. Kate demanded. I can't lose you." It was like she was in a trance. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sweating, soundly fucked housewife, opened the door to let in her children. I sat Indian Girls Fucking on Then I said, It takes me a couple of minutes to collect myself. Even if everything else went back to normal, I would still be honest about my emotions. He tells her to clean me up too! I felt my world tilt crazily as his tongue shot in and out between my lips. I believed I had a pretty good grasp of this compound movement now. Deana rolled off of Gloria. She let out a soft eager moan, grinning as she watched his shapely figure and pale cheeks start to engulf her monstrous length. It was a brisk ten minute walk home which meant it felt like a year. You can come down now!” She then looked Ivy in the eyes. He was naked, so I could see that he didn’t have anything between his legs either, but for some reason I still thought of him as “him.” And through an expulsion of laughter and a shout of pure ecstasy, I pulled out for the final thrust, and erupted. "Ow my gawd." Her eyes were red like she had been crying. He grinned rather sheepishly as he admitted, “I’m not a son of Satan. I ate food from her fridge and we went to her bedroom where she began trying to kiss me, I stopped her. As always, she was under equipped for the cold.