AN: I need another chapter to finish this. It was getting a bit too long. This is the Brucas version of the continuation of "Care for the widow." As usual, I don't own anything related to OTH.
Haley
I enjoy nursing in my bedroom veranda, overlooking the beach. Today the weather is overcast, the waves rough, pounding the sand like the world's slowest and messiest heartbeat. My mind is blank, except for the gentle sucking on my breast. Nathan is a strong boy, bigger and heavier than Jamie was at ten weeks, but he seems to be a gentle soul. Sound of sleep, patient and quietly happy. Even ravenous, he is easy on my nipples, sucking fast but gently. Now, after he is done with one breast and halfway through the other, his slow feeding is almost like a caress. I think of calling Lucas on the intercom, asking for some company, but the empty beach, the wind and the waves call to me, and I forget.
I hear the door opening slowly and, without looking I speak. "Lucas..."
"No. Brooke."
"Oh. Hi, Tigger."
She stands in front of me and smiles. "That's one beautiful little boy you have there." He has light brown hair and hazel eyes. He's got my coloring, but his features resemble his father even more strongly than Jamie's. I wonder if our little secret will survive as he grows up.
"That he is. Luke is in his office, working."
"I'll be going to see him soon, but there's no rush. I'm planning on staying. Julian has the twins for the weekend."
"There's chicken pot pie, mashed potatoes and the works for a nice salad in the fridge and several flavors of ice cream in the freezer. We can have dinner and a movie together, if you're up to watching Frozen again. That's all her royal highness wants to watch these days."
"She really takes after her mother, doesn't she? And it's not only the looks."
"Clever, willful and stormy. She's got both Lucas and Jamie wrapped around her little fingers, and it's just a matter of time before this one heads down the same road. Thank goodness she's got a huge heart to go with the temperament, otherwise we would be in trouble."
"My boys worship the ground she walks on as well." We laugh softly. "We need another girl in this family, Tutormom."
"That's up to you. You're the one in a commited relationship. I've just started dating Chris, and there's no way I'm ever having his baby."
Brooke shudders. "Yeah. He's not father material. Unfortunately, my equipment doesn't work."
"You would like another baby." It's more a statement than a question.
She looks at Nathan with longing. "I'd kill for one of his."
I think a little about it. "I'd be happy to surrogate for you, Tigger." It's not that I love being pregnant, but carrying a Brucas baby? Yeah, I'd enjoy doing that.
She stares at me, blinking away tears. "Really? You'd do that?"
I smile at her. "Why the surprise? I'd do anything for you two. Helping you guys make a Brucas baby? I'd love this child as much as I love mine."
Brooke
I silently open the door of his office and slide in. He is bent over his computer, typing fast, deeply immersed in his own world. I love seeing him like this. I close the door and lock it. He still doesn't notice me, so I undress, letting my dress slide to the ground and stepping out. I stand against the door, arms stretched upwards, in dark blue lacy brassiere, boyshorts and white wedges. I whisper. "Broody?"
He stops typing and glances at me. Then he kicks his chair back, rotating it to face me. His eyes roam my body, slowly, savoring every inch, until they meet mine. He smiles, not a sweet smile, but a predatory half grin. Arrogant. He know he owns me, every little bit of me. I burn under his gaze.
"Exquisite."
I lick my lips slowly. "It's all yours, lover boy. Come and get it."
He stands up and approaches, until his face is just inches from mine, and my breasts just graze his chest. Our eyes lock, and we let the fire between us flare up. I can feel his hot breath on my face, and I savor his dusty, sweaty smell. "I will never get enough of you." His voice is a hoarse whisper.
He is my undoing. I cross my arms behind his head, and bring his lips to mine. I feel his tongue exploring my mouth and I bite it, adding spice to his pleasure. I feel his strong hands on my buttocks, lifting me up, and I cross my legs behind his back, drawing him closer, trying to merge us into one. I explore his mouth with my tongue, and his fingers press into my buttocks. His body is hard, bone, sinew and toned muscle and my softness surrounds and molds itself against him.
He walks slowly to the sofa, as we enjoy the closedness of our joining. I can feel the bulge of his manhood press against me. He lowers me to the sofa as we kiss, and I let him go. He removes my sandals, my panties and his shorts. I spread myself wide to receive him and he buries himself in me, filling me, stretching me, making me whole, and making me throb. We kiss, joined at the groin. His hands roaming my body as I dig my nails into his back and shoulders. He grabs my hips roughly and draws himself out, digging his fingers into my hipbone. Then he slams himself back in, pushing me against the sofa as he pulls my hips towards him. I moan. "More, Lucas. More." He slams himself on me another dozen times. Each time I feel like he is reaching further inside me, touching me at the core with his member. He grabs the hair at the back of my head. "Open your eyes." I obey, and I find myself looking at his shining sapphires, as they stare back at my very soul. I'm naked and helpless under his gaze, impaled on him. "I love you. Till the end of time, Brooke Davis, I'll love you." He slams again as he says it. "Forever. Beyond reason, beyond life, beyond death." He slams me as he speaks, my fucking poet.
With one hand grabbing the hair at the back of my head, and another in the small of my back he lifts me up. He turns around and sits in the sofa, while staying inside me. Now I'm astride him, and he is my mount. I unhook my bra, letting my breasts hang free. I play with my nipples, under his hungry gaze. This is his favorite position. His hand are low around my sides, guiding me as I swing back and forth, driving us both towards climax. I pinch my own nipples until they hurt. "I love you too Lucas Scott. Forever." I lower my hand to his knees and arch my back, moving both up and down, back and forth, squeezing his whole throbbing length. He stands up, squeezing my buttocks while I cross my fingers behind his neck. I feel like a toy in his hands, a plaything he slides up and down his length. We come standing up, eyes locked, whispering each other's name.
We sit back in the sofa, both drenched in sweat, giggling like idiots.
"What was that, Broody?"
"Well, you know? Sometimes we make love, and sometimes we fuck."
"This was both."
"And then some."
We have a new episode of the giggles. "You look very cute when you giggle."
"You just look gay."
"I know! I can't help it."
I shrug. "I don't mind. After what we just did, you can look as gay as you want. I'll even design you a sexy dress to wear."
"If you build it, I'll use it."
"Oh, you're so on, buster! One request, though."
"What?"
"I want it again, and again..."
"Oh. I want it too. Some other day, though. Tonight, gentle please. I'm afraid to look at my back."
"Let me see." He turns around. "Oops!"
"How bad?"
"You need cleaning and antiseptic ointment. "
"Small price to pay. And I'm sure you have some bruises." We put our clothes back and go to his bathroom. I clean scratches with warm water and soap, dry him, and put the ointment.
"Pretty Girl."
"What?"
"I wanna give you a ring. Is it to soon?"
I smile. "What, one week after my divorce was finalized? I can't imagine what took you so long."
"So, is that a yes?"
"What? No grand romantic gesture, no going down on one knee, no romantic speech? You disappoint me, Broody."
"Really? After what we did?"
I think a bit. "We both used the word forever in there, didn't we?"
"Yes we did. It sounded sincere too."
"You're right. Well done on the proposal, Broody."
"So?"
"The answer is yes, you lump. Of course. I'm not letting you go." I look at him sideways and smile at his relief. "Do you even have a ring?"
"Yeah. I bought it last week, when you told me the divorce was final."
"So, where is it?"
"In my backpack. Just a second"
He comes back with a little box and opens it for me. My heart does a little dance. I'm getting a ring from Lucas. This time, it's for real. The ring is beautiful, a two-carat princess cut diamond with a blueish tint, with two half-carat rubies around it, in a white gold setting. I let him slide it into my finger.
I extend my hand and look at the ring. "Perfect, Broody." I give him a brief kiss. "I have a question to ask you."
Lucas
"Tutormom asked me a question a couple of months ago. I'm now ready to answer. After I straighten out my mess with Julian, would you like to try it again with me?"
Damn. Two beloved pairs of eyes are looking at me, expecting an answer. Brooke is offering me my dearest desire. Another shot with Brooke Davis. But... can I ignore my growing feelings, the growing pull I feel towards my best, oldest friend? I would ask for time to think, to find my heart, but I know that would just hurt the two women I love more than life itself. I look inside myself, and reach a decision...
I take Haley's hand and look into her eyes. "I'll always be here for you, Jamie and Nathan." Then I turn to Brooke and smile. "Yes." She smiles back. I lose myself in her eyes for a bit.
Haley gets up, and it breaks the spell. "I am very happy for you two. You can count on me, just as I know I can count on you. I'll allow you two some privacy, now. Don't worry about the children, I'll give them dinner and a good night kiss from you.
We drive to the beach house, without speaking. I'm past happy and scared. I try to quiet the storm inside and use that most precious lesson of maturity. Patience. We walk into the house hand in hand, fingers intertwined. We climb up to my bedroom and lie down in my bed, facing each other. There's a suggestion of tears in her eyes, and a glimmer of hope too.
"I've been killing myself with guilt and shame, since that night."
"I'm so sorry, Brooke. I know Julian deserved..."
"No!" She grabs my hands. "It's not about Julian." She purses her lips and sighs. "My marriage died that night, but it wasn't because I cheated. It's the reason I cheated."
"You said we needed it. I don't think I understood it, but I trusted you."
"You shouldn't have. I lied. I did it because I was jealous. Of you and Haley."
I frown at her, startled by what she was saying.
"Lucas, I stood next to Peyton at your wedding. It was painful, but I did it. That morning, four months ago, I found out how I could do it. I found out I knew, in some hidden corner of myself, that Peyton could never really take you away from me. But Haley could. I saw it that morning. and I was jealous. Sure, there were other things, death and shared heartbreak and us supporting each other during a difficult time. But jealousy was the biggest part of it."
As she talks, her eyes turn away from me, in shame. "Brooke, stop it."
She turns her eyes to me, filled with tears, and I smile. "You, stupid, stupid, woman.". I see a little anger replace some of the shame. "I've dreamed of you reaching out and claiming me for ten years. The night before my wedding, lying in bed with a very pregnant Peyton, I dreamed you'd come for me. You're killing yourself with guilt and shame for making my dearest wish come true. Idiot that I am, I didn't even know."
She turns a pair of bright eyes to me, the ghost of a smile dancing in her lips. "Are you serious?"
I exhale slowly, giving myself time to think. "You can forget it about Haley's part in this too. She believes in us. Completely." I pause. "Guilt and shame over wronging Julian and wrecking your marriage, that's another story. As far as I can see, he is a great father, and he's been a good husband to you."
She sighs. "I don't deserve you."
"I don't deserve you either."
We both laugh. "Damn, this is too easy," she says.
"Don't worry. There's plenty of hard coming down the pipeline."
"Right. How do we do this?"
"One day at a time? Keep it quiet. I think neither Peyton nor Julian will receive this well, although they are both expecting it. And they are an important part of our lives."
"That's fine with me. Do we fuck?"
"Of course we fuck. That's what trying it again with you means, isn't it?"
She giggles. "It's certainly part of it, but it's not what I meant. I meant, do we fuck now?"
"Nah. Now we make love."
"Good. I've been sad, lonely and hiding it for too long. I need a little Lucas to cheer me up."
Brooke
"I have a question to ask you."
"Ask away."
"Do you want another child? Ours?"
Naturally he seems astonished with the question. He knows I don't have an uterus. He paces a bit, probably trying to figure out what crazy scenario I have in my head. Suddenly he stops, realizing that the guessing game is pointless. "I would kill for a baby with you, Pretty Girl."
I can't avoid laughing, which puzzles him even further. "We're a lot more alike than we appear, Broody. That's exactly the expression I used when Haley asked me this question a little while ago. She is offering to surrogate. I didn't ask her. She just came out and offered."
He sits in the toilet. "Damn."
There are two important details."Since it would be IVF, we can do embryo screening. We can probably screen for HCM, although I would have to check that. I would want to screen for gender."
"You want a little girl." I nod. "I thought fertility clinics frowned on that practice."
"They do. But they usually do it anyways. Both Haley and I agree this family needs another girl."
"Mini Peyton needs a Mini Brooke for balance?" I can see he is truly amused. "Fine. I totally agree. But we need to give Haley a break."
"We can do out part anytime. We then leave it up to Haley when she wants to do the implantation. There's no guarantee we'll get it at first try anyways."
Lucas
We undress each other slowly, down to the bare skin. I look at her, her nipples and her eyes staring at me, her broad hips and well shaped legs. I speak, mostly to myself. "Is this a dream? Is it true, that you're finally mine again?" She responds with her full dimpled smile.
"If it's a dream, I'm dreaming it right alongside you."
I run my hands, in a feather like touch, from the sides of her breasts to her hips. She shudders, biting her lower lip in anticipation. "You seem real enough." I run a finger, along the slit between her legs, gently parting her lips. She moans, and her legs wobble. She is wet and her nub is engorged, as aroused as I've ever seen a woman. And we haven't even started.
"I love everything about you. Your bravery and loyalty, your amazing heart, your quicksilver spirit, your endless thirst for life, you capacity for joy, your love of beauty, and even your stubborn nature and your crazy unbending pride. But beyond that, beyond all reasons and all reason, there's a fire between us that never seems to burn out."
She giggles. "Beautiful words, Broody. But right now you should shut up and get on with it."
Damn. Real Brooke is better than any dream.
We come together and kiss, our tongues caressing, her hands clasped around my neck, my hands on her hips. Without breaking the kiss, I pick her up, and carry her five steps to the bed, laying her there and lying on top of her, supporting my weight on my knees and elbows as I feel her squirming under me, looking for the right position. She spreads her legs and finds the tip of my erection with her cleft. I look into her eyes, into her impish smile as I plunge, and she eagerly pushes herself against me, embracing me, welcoming me into herself, enveloping me. So joined, we become one person, electric sensation passing from one to the other, one circuit with four arms, legs and eyes, joined and thrusting, squeezing and being squeezed. She moans softly as I plunge, and smiles, eyes flashing when I pull back, moaning again when I bury myself in her.
We kiss, as the electricity becomes faster, more urgent. Back and forth we go, our backs arching in search for the other, her legs around mine, her hands in my hair and neck, tracing my veins with her sharp nails. Into her eyes and into her dark wet hole I fall and disappear, becoming pure sensation, and electricity and her moaning become more urgent.
She pulls herself up, lips next to my ear and whispers in her hoarse, velvety voice. "I love you." There's a suggestion of joy, of opening herself, of freeing something long held under lock and key in her whispered words. As our joining becomes intense and approaches its climax, I receive this gift of her. Her heart, her body and her soul, freely given. The glorious teenager who left me so long ago, returning as a grown woman, even more beautiful. As I thrust into her one last time, and I feel her shuddering in the throes of an intense orgasm, as I feel my own coming, deep inside her, I acknowledge the gift of her, pleasure and body, heart and soul. I whisper back in her ear as we come. "Welcome back, my love."
Haley
I'm reading a book, some silly romance novel, passing the time until they emerge. I'm dying to hear about Lucas reaction to my offer. I hear them coming down and set my book aside. They arrive walking hand-in-hand. I focus on Brooke, who is clearly glowing with happiness. There's some signs of fairly rough lovemaking, and... a ring. I smile at them. "Well, guys. It appears congratulations are in order."
"Thank you, Tutormom." She extends her left hand to me.
"It's beautiful. You have good taste, Luke."
"Thanks. Brooke told me about your offer, Hales. I have no idea how to thank you."
"It's not a favor. Think of it as a collaborative project. So are you game?"
Brooke giggles. "He said the exact thing I did."
"That he would kill for a baby with you."
"That's right."
"Tell me one thing. Did the ring come before you told him or after?"
"Before."
"How was the proposal?" They exchange a glance and say nothing. "Wow, guys! Kinky!" I laugh, as my imagination produces several interesting scenarios. "So, two questions. When do you want to get married, and how do you want to go about our little project?"
"As far the baby goes, we'll do our part kind of now. The resulting embryos can just wait at your convenience for implantation. We didn't talk about your first question. What do you say, Pretty Girl?"
"Soon. Three, four months. Small and low key. Maid-of-honor?"
"Of course. Thanks. You two are celebrities. It's hard to make it really low-key."
"I know that. We could just elope, I guess. Put everybody on a plane and head to Vegas. What do you think, Pretty Girl?"
"We can make it work here. I would like the ceremony outside Lucas' beach house, and the reception inside. Just family and close friends. We can talk about a list later, Tutormom."
"I have a different set of questions, guys." I point at Brooke's finger "Is this public, or are you engaged to a secret admirer? Should we talk living arrangements?"
"I think we should tell the children and our co-parents that Brooke and I are together."
"I agree. We get them together next week and tell them. Then we go from there. What about living arrangements?"
"It's easy, if somewhat strange. I have to stay here, at least for the time being. So, Is it possible for Brooke and her boys to move in?"
"We have six bedrooms upstairs. Right now we're using five and we have one spare. If we put Jude and Davis in the spare room, and Brooke bunks with her fiancee, we're ok. But that's temporary. Do we want a three-adult, five, eventually six child household? We would need a house designed for that."
"What do you think, Pretty Girl?"
"Living with Haley and all the children?" Brooke claps her hands and smiles. "I'm game."
"What if Hales has a serious boyfriend and she wants him to move in?"
I want Lucas living in the same house as Jamie and our son. "If we make this arrangement, I would not add any man to our home if you two don't approve. And I'm perfectly aware that you would not approve of Chris. I'm dating him because he is sweet and fun, but I don't need another live in child."
"I think we could build an addition to this house to make it suitable, if you two are game. I can find an architect to talk to us on Monday. But this kind of construction will take a while and it will make it difficult for anyone to live here."
"The beach house is big enough for all of us, Broody. We could all move there for now, and have this house adapted, and then move back here when it's done."
"Hales?"
I shrug. "Fine by me. I'll pack our personal stuff and move there in a week. Can you prepare a nursery there for Nathan, Luke?"
"Sure."
"I'll be doing the same for myself and the boys. Wow! That's exciting."
"First step. Dinner on Monday. We tell the children how we're going to turn their lives upside down."
Lucas
We lie naked in each others arms, enjoying the afterglow of our lovemaking. She lies with her head on my shoulder one leg thrown across mine. She plays, casually, with the hair in my chest. I remember us lying precisely like this,in Rachel's cabin, a few weeks before we broke up.
"Sawyer and I will be moving in with Haley's, if you don't mind."
"That's a good idea. She'll need you next to her."
"What about us?"
"We'll just sneak around for now. Haley will help."
"I don't mind sneaking around with you."
"It's just until I straighten things out with Julian."
We slept together, and we made love again in the morning, Aside from a few stolen moments and kisses, it would be two weeks until we found the opportunity to be together again. To the outside world, we were proper and friendly. We saw each other almost every day. Sawyer is very close to Jude and Davis, and they were often together. Brooke and Julian agreed on a joint custody arrangement, where the boys lived with Brooke during the week, and stayed with Julian alternating weekends. It was an uneasy truce, as Julian was convinced I was responsible for their failed marriage, and hated seeing the twins with me. He confronted me a couple of times, but I gave him no satisfaction, merely telling him to take it up with Brooke.
Once Peyton heard of the divorce, she was certain that Brooke and I were together, but I never confirmed it. She also hated the idea of Brooke and Sawyer growing closer, even if she was our chosen godmother. I would go to Chicago once a month, to give Sawyer an opportunity to be with her mother, but our exchanges during these brief visits grew so bitter that I gave up. Once Sawyer turned five, she would fly to her mother during our negotiated alternating holidays and summer weeks and that would be that.
The beach house was our little bubble. On the weekends Julian had the twins, we often spent both nights together.
I got to the beach house early, and set out to make dinner. I was stirring my tomato sauce when Brooke walked in, whirlwind fashion.
"Hello, Broody. How was your week? Mine was nice, sold a series of designs to Victoria's Secret for a nice little bundle. I've been missing you terribly, and I have a little surprise for you. What in the world are you staring at?"
"You."
She gives me a broad dimpled smile. Her eyes are bright with mischief, and I know whatever little surprise she has, I'm probably going to enjoy. "How long until dinner? I'm starving."
"There's warm bread in the oven, and a bottle of Chianti on the table."
"You really know the way to this girl's heart." She saunters around, opening the wine, pouring two glasses and eating small pieces of bread with olive oil. She also grabs some veggies from the fridge and tosses us a salad. She feeds me bread and salad, together with sweet little kisses, while I stir the clam sauce and toss it with the linguine.
Dinner conversation is the latest about the children, specially our godson's romantic woes with his classmate Madison, who seems to be playing with our little hero's heart.
"...If she hurts him, I'm going to hurt the little slut right back." Nobody better hurt one of our boys in Brooke's presence. She's the scariest mamma bear I've ever seen, mom and Haley included.
"I heard some similar threats from my five-year-old's mouth."
"Well, Sawyer and I can join forces, then. How's Sawyer doing?"
"You know how it goes. She's always a little quiet the week after Chicago. She called Haley "mom" yesterday. When she realized it, she apologized a lot and got real broody afterwards."
"Damn."
"I know. It can't be helped, Pretty Girl."
"Can I take her shopping some afternoon next week? I find retail therapy and a little salon pampering does wonders for any girl's spirit."
I laugh. "Would it work for her mother?" I can't really picture Brooke and Peyton doing girly things together. If I had to guess, they would just seriously get in each others nerves.
"Of course it would."
"Then it will probably work for her too. Thank you."
After dinner, we go up to the bedroom, and I sit at the bed, while Brooke disappears into the adjoining bathroom. When she comes back, my mouth opens involuntarily. Brooke comes out wearing one of her old cheering outfits. The sexy one, with the bare middle.
She looks at me with pleading eyes. "Mr. Scott. I'm so sorry. I forgot to bring my assignment."
I love these games. I'm already getting hard. I frown at her and reply in a hard voice."I'm sorry, Miss Davis. You know the rules. You get no credit for the assignment."
"Please, Mr. Scott. I can't get a bad grade. I'll do anything."
I give my best imitation of a pervy smile. "Anything?"
She approaches me, placing her hands on my knees and bending forward, giving me a close up of her cleavage. I pretend to be speechless, and utterly bewitched by her display. Not a lot of pretending involved."Miss Davis, I'm a married man!"
"She'll never know."
"All right, Miss Davis. But first you must be punished."
Her smile turns pervy as well. Her voice fairly drips with honey. "Oh, Mr. Scott. Will you use you belt again? Please?"
"I think my hand will be more than enough this time."
"Oh, but I've been so bad!"
"Ten strokes. And you get to count them."
"Make it twenty, Mr. Scott. That way I'll remember you when I make out with my boyfriend later."
"Twenty it is. You're quite the little slut, Miss Davis."
"Yes. But right now, I'm your slut, Mr. Scott."
"All right. You know what to do."
She slowly removes her panties and lies across my knees. "I'm ready, Mr Scott."
"Let's get started." I slap her left cheek. Hard.
"One!"
Now the right cheek.
"Two!"
Next I part her slit with my fingers. She is dripping wet, and I caress her, slipping my thumb in as I slide my index finger across her nub. She moans loudly. After a few seconds of that, I remove my hand and slap her again. Left cheek first. "Three!" Then right cheek "Four!". Then it's back at her slit, a little longer this time. By the time the count reaches sixteen, she comes, trembling and melting on my lap, as I hold her with my left arm, and caress her with my right hand. "Oh, Mr. Scott. You're the best teacher... Seventeen!, Eighteen!" The count ends with both her cheeks bright pink. She's going to remember this anytime she sits down for a week at least. I grab a little bottle of baby oil from the nightstand and give her a rubbing, to soothe a little her stinging buttocks.
She stands in front of me, eyes downcast, whispering in a girlish tone. "I'll be a better, girl, Mr. Scott. Promise."
"Well, Miss Davis," I proceed in an haughty tone. "You may begin by helping me a bit."
"How can I help you, Mr. Scott?"
I open my pants I show her my erect penis. "You see what you do to me?"
She opens her eyes wide. "Oh, Mr. Scott. It's so big! So hard! Surely you don't expect it would fit in my tiny little hole. No way."
"Miss Davis! It's entirely your fault it got this way. You can't expect me to go around the school like this!"
"You're right. I guess I'll have to try, at least." She looks at my erection with a doubtful expression. " How about I try to help you with my mouth?"
"That would be a good start. I'm sure I can give you some credit for effort, Miss Davis."
She kneels in front of me, and looks into my eyes, as she takes me in all the way to the root. I close my eyes and let her do the work, moaning a bit from time to time. She's become an expert over the years.
"Miss Davis."
She spits me out. "Yes, Mr. Scott."
"There's only so much one can do orally. Let's try that tiny hole of yours. Call it an experiment."
"Where do you want me."
"Why don't you lean over that chair? Open your legs a bit. A bit more. Perfect."
I enter her from behind. She bends her lower back to improve the angle. "Mr. Scott! It's too big! You're going to split me in half!"
"You will find that you're more elastic than you think, Miss Davis." I grab her by the hips and start a slow back-and-forth."
"You're so smart, Mr. Scott. It feels so good, your huge thing in my tiny little hole. It feels I'm going to explode. But, sir, you might want to move a little faster, please." She moans loudly.
It takes me a couple of minutes to finish, just as she is coming again.
