Fuck the gypsy hard
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| - | If she wants you to fuck her hard, then you ''can't'' think of any reason ''not'' to fuck her hard. You feel a | + | If she wants you to fuck her hard, then you ''can't'' think of any reason ''not'' to fuck her hard. You feel a torrent of arousal and excitement shivering down your abdomen toward your loins, it was time to fuck a scintillating, sexy, gypsy girl like a rag doll. You wish that you could possibly fuck her brains out but rarely happens with ''experienced'' young women. |
Revision as of 20:20, 3 January 2013
If she wants you to fuck her hard, then you can't think of any reason not to fuck her hard. You feel a torrent of arousal and excitement shivering down your abdomen toward your loins, it was time to fuck a scintillating, sexy, gypsy girl like a rag doll. You wish that you could possibly fuck her brains out but rarely happens with experienced young women.
You take only a moment to recover your breath and then you really start to bang away at her tender twat, fucking her athletic and attractive body hard and fast. The gypsy bucks up and down beneath you, moaning with passion and shuddering with pleasure. She kicks her pants and panties off completely and wraps her legs around your waist. She pounds on your back with her little fists while you pump away at her tight pussy.
The crystal shudders around you.
"Fuck!" the gypsy cries. "Fuck me harder! Harder! Fuck me!"
Your breathing is growing heavy, but you fuck her harder still, ramming her ass into the crystal floor so hard cracks begin to form beneath her disembodied ass cheeks. She screams and cums hard. She slams her fists and her heels downward onto the crystalline floor, creating a few more cracks. Her pussy's spasms set you off and you explode inside her. You shout out with pleasure and hold your dick deep inside her while you spurt and spurt. The gypsy girl screams and. . .
You're sitting in a chair and so is the gypsy. You're both breathing heavily. The crystal ball lies in pieces on the table.
"Thank you," the gypsy says. "I think, perhaps . . . We should go to my caravan. I believe I need to thank you properly for everything that you've done for me today, sir. I think you really deserve it, Mister . . . ?"
"Bond, James Bond."
The gypsy lady actually giggles like a little school girl. She then proceeds to give up on asking you for your name, since she now believes that you clearly don't wish give it to her. But little does she know that you don't really have a first name.
Or a surname for that matter because your parents had never given you one. You were home-schooled by your parents' butler until the age of 18 and then you received enough money from dear old Mom and Pop to support yourself out there in the real world.
Your parents are two of the most powerful businessmen and women in the world, so they were able to pull some strings and get you set up at Miss Pierce's company. They've even threatened to end Miss Pierce or any of her employees for possibly asking too many questions about your backround.
And they could do it too, so Miss Pierce and her cohorts know nothing about your identity and neither do you. But this gypsy female didn't need to know that. Because she might find it to be rather boring. You not having any identity to speak of, simply because your rich parents refused to give you one at child birth.
Everything the gypsy girl had said about you receiving a proper thank you, from her in private, and the thought of you actually being alone with her in the relative comfort and seclusion of her personal caravan was enough to get you hard again.
Immediately the thought of fucking her once again after making a spiritual connection with her earlier, was beginning to make pre-cum form on the tip of the dickhead of your penis. You feel like you might even blow a load in your pants before you get the opportunity to travel with the gypsy to her caravan camp.
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| Health | Horny | Location: |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 4 | |
