“Good,” she continued. “Now go lay down on your bed.” I did so. I was actually excited to see what was next. This would be like my little secr...et thing. I was now down on the bed, my legs spread a little so that my balls drooped down a little. I turned to look at my sister. She had zoned out while looking down at me. “s*s?” I called.“Oh, right, sorry,” she giggled. “Now you gotta make it hard. Nice and erect. That's called being horny.”“How do I do that?” I asked her. She just stood there for a. I groaned every time I got the timing right. We were both getting close to cumming. I kept squeezing his cock, his balls kept slapping against my clit. "I want you to cum inside me Travis. I want to feel your cock pumping deep inside me." "Oh god Hannah. I'm cumming!" Travis grunted and dug the fingertips of one hand into my hip. He stuck the thumb of his other hand into his mouth. His fingers ticked my ass crack as his thumb searched out and entered my puckered ass hole. His thumb worked. After only a few strokes the man stepped in, closed and locked the booth door. He stood behind me and pressed his hips against me. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans. He pressed into me and reached around to pull my skirt up over my hips. He rubbed the bare skin of my upper thigh above between the black satin garter belt and the top of my jet-black stockings. Then he reached over a stroked me a few times. Then he firmly grabbed my hand and led it behind me to his zipper. I. She groaned slightly as her mature body shook and trembled from the moist contact at her loins and back.Knuckles dropped both his hands to her full rounded buttocks, placing his thumbs on either side of the soft resilient cheeks and pressing out gently. The unexpected change from pain and brutality to one of tenderness and caress along her inner thighs caught her off guard in spite of her resistance. She had geared her mind to the fighting of torture and humiliation, and not this softness and.