I tried to provide a friendly warning, “Look out Samantha, it looks like his erection is about to go inside you!”Unconcerned by my warning, Samant...ha replied, “Don’t worry, he never looses it inside me!”Thankfully, reading what I just wrote has sent Samantha on a trip down memory lane. She has lifted up her skirt, and is inserting two fingers into her pussy while claiming that it’s not as good as the real thing, but reading my description of what it looked like from my point of view when she. I’m his wet slut”. She had to stop then. She could not concentrate on her typing.She tried to say more, but it got harder and harder to type the faster he went, and the closer to cumming she got. She could feel the friction this morning, and she knew she was going to be sore, very sore. Yesterday was more sex than she had in a year. In ten years, and though she was wet, very wet, she still ended up red, swollen and raw. When she had looked at herself in the mirror she almost did not recognize. Their tongues roam, take greedy sweeps, her flesh industrially trawled.One man goes down on his knees to worship at the altar of her arse. He removes her panties and splays her haunches and presses his face forward, his tongue delving deep. And then him relaxing his hold on her so her buttock halves collapse, smothering his cheeks while his tongue presses onwards. And I imagine its secret journey, how it would circle her pucker in the secrecy of her darkness.They lift her, toss her onto the. The white wave of pain that crashed into her, only to return in an even stronger wave, shook her entire body, bound as it was to the cross, by her arms and knees.Her shriek of horror, scattered the birds from the trees, and drew an unheard ovation from the crowd. Manu's strike was true, strong. It drove the nail cleanly through her wrist, and partly into the wood. Well bound at the palm and forearm, her arm could not move, so the nail remained stuck, on the wood. Only two more, well placed,.