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	I looked at him with the shyest face I could create. "I've never done this before. Have sex, I mean." He picked me up and laid me across his desk. Bending over, he kissed me and pulled my legs apart. He thrust two fingers inside me and I winced at the pain of his big, manly fingers fucking my tight, virgin pussy. I couldn't wait anymore, and I begged him to take me – right there on his desk in the middle of the day. Now the head of his cock was purple, and so hard Missionary I thought it would burst immediately, but he pushed in the head and very slowly began the rest of his long 8 inch shaft. My body masturbation statistics was on fire, and the pain felt Missionary so good Missionary because I knew in just midas a few seconds I was going to get something I had wished for. "Am I hurting you?" he said as he stopped. It was sweet of him to ask, but I shook my head and pushed my head back against the table, pushing my chest against his body masturbation club . He licked and sucked my tits, and then the pain started to go away. "It's gone now. It doesn't hurt any more, so, you can get faster." I wanted him too much to fool around. I put my hands Missionary on his ass, squeezed and pushed down, sending the whole length of his think member inside me. It felt Missionary so good Missionary , I almost screamed. He was expecting those sounds and covered my mouth with his. Peter began to pick up the pace, and his thrusts got deeper inside me, filling up every bit of my pussy. "Talk to me; tell me how much you wanted it, how good Missionary it feels."