I hooked my legs in behind his thighs, and my hands gripped his hips. I squeezed against him, trying to encourage him to go deeper, harder, faster, mo...re. I could hear Matty and Juls on probably their fourth or fifth orgasm between them, but I was searching for just one this time. Just one big one.Brian kept his pace even, and I could feel his heart pulse when he was deep inside me. I could feel my orgasm building, not as a great wave, but a distant echo growing closer, building in volume as it. Ooooohohoo kya nazara tha meri maa jise main pehli war nangi dekh rha tha ..unke booobs buht goore the white white ..mera lun ton khada ho gea par jb maine unki chut ki tarf dekha to mera lun ne meri underware ko v upar utha diya…or meri maa hasne lagi or boli beta tum to tyar ho mujse sex karne k liye..tbhi meri mom bed par late gei or muje apni chut chatne ko bola .mom ki chut puri saf thi koi v wal nhi tha jiska matlab unho ne phle hi decide kr liya tha k wo apne bete se chude gi.. maine mom. Besides, all you’ll be looking at is my head, right?”Yeah, right. What the hell. I went.She was right. It was matted deep in her hair and it was a bitch to get out completely. You had to scrub with soap and comb and scrub some more and comb some more. It took half an hour to get her clean to the scalp.And for that entire half hour I was hard as iron.There wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. It stuck out and banged into her legs, and her hips, and her buttocks. Once I was standing right in. The string of clothespins were joined together with a small chain and spaced about two inches apart. This was for maneuverability, not for recommended spacing. These would be placed close enough to touch each other. The second clamp was placed next to the first, establishing the intended path which was upwards toward the nipple. I took my time, allowing the pain of each clamp to register before applying the next one. This woman was into pain, there wasn’t a movement of her upper torso, but her.