“So precious, little one. So dear. So wet.”Felicity closed her eyes, not knowing what to do. Her mind was telling her to stop and to set bounda...ries. But some other part of her had been awakened and was telling her to enjoy it. “Be happy. Be beautiful” kept ringing through her head. She leaned against Liv, feeling her breasts brush against Liv’s covered ones as she resigned herself to the embrace and the kiss. She never once thought to move her hands and they remained as if locked behind. Ones where I'dsneak out dressed up, or would find a magic medallion to change into one.It was fun to dream, but it often led to me crashing into bouts ofdepression afterwards.Being alone a lot also allowed me to discover my love of bondage. I firstpicked up those handcuffs as a joke, but when I was home alone, I foundthat they were fun to try to escape from. I'd cuff my hands around thecheep white painted banister throw the key against the other wall and tryto reach it with my feet.It was fun. Joyce screamed “NO! PLEASE NO! NOT THAT!” and frantically shook her head and pulled against the cuffs to no avail.All Joyce could do, being restrained the way she was, was to wiggle her ass, which if anything made her beautiful tight ass more inviting. Robert must admit, he had wanted to fuck her ass and even tried to talk her into letting him a couple of times, but she always refused, saying she didn’t let her previous husband, and that was one hole no man was ever going to put his cock in.. I grabbed your waste firmly and began pounding away. Your hands scrambled to hold yourself upright, knocking your brush and curling iron onto the floor. I thrust as much of me into you as I could. Filling you up past your limit. I reached under your ass and played with your swollen clit. "Oh yeah. Fuck me!" you shouted. "Fuck me good." I slowed down and made my stokes longer and harder. You pushed back against me. "Your pussy's so tight." I complimented. You looked at me in the mirror. "Ya? You.