Sleeping Beauty
I rode the guy merciless. He moaned louder and louder. I didn´t worry whether it was because of pain or pleasure. He was there to please me. I loved it and that is all that counts. I put my hand around his throat and pulled him towards me. It was as if I was riding a wild horse. I put my arms around his chest, squeezed him hard against me, as a snake that is squeezing his prey to death...
Rating : 7.71, Author : Manolo Chico, Category : Erotic_Stories
Posted at : 27-Apr-2011.
This is the story of how I underwent three regression therapy sessions with surprising revelations about my present life, love and personal circumstances...