Tessa appeared from the bedroom door and smiled at him, looking a little shy. She asked me to get some drinks. I headed for the kitchen, somewhat anxi...ous, and heard the bedroom door shut. The sound of his deep voice echoed from behind it. I made some quick drinks and headed back to the room before anything could happen. For some odd reason, I knocked on the door--my own bedroom door--before opening it to come serve the drinks. Tessa and the black dude were just sitting on the bed, apart but. He moved into position andpressed forward with his hips. To his surprise, even in her state of moist arousal,Kim resisted his entry. Jack persisted, clutching his shaft with his left hand tokeep it from bending. As he continued to apply a steady thrusting pressure againstKim, the sweet teenager shifted her hips in an unconscious effort to remove herselffrom harms way. Feeling Kim's abdominal muscles flex beneath his palm in theireffort to protect her inner sanctum, Jack murmured playfully,. Plug wedged tight and clutched hard by her young (she's only 27) muscles, she takes exaggerated, side-to-side steps on her heels and stops for a moment to admire her nipples in the mirror and pinch them up to full erection. A clamp would be good, she thinks, as she removes her cage and it plops off her swollen clitty as her pee gushes out in a single, loud and copious flood. Afterwards though, she takes some tissue and reluctantly removes the long string of creamy residue, tasting a little with. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped open and she started panting from the effect. Keeping it pinched between thumb and forefinger, I used my middle finger to rub over the nub.“Soaking wet is more like it.” I mused, and watched her try to close her legs.I sped up my middle finger while applying pressure on her clit. She leaned forward and moaned. “You want to cum?” I asked, stopping my stroking.Her legs quivered and she gasped for air, as if she had jogged a few miles. “Yes?” I asked,.