Since the bartender was the alpha male in that domination, I pressed my boobs against him. The man began to slide his hard cock between my sweaty thig...hs. Both were thrusting their cocks so hard that my boobs and ass jiggled with excitement.Me: Oh yes! That’s how you treat your mistress. C’mon, fuck my thighs, ahh! Faster…Suddenly, the pervert man grabbed my thighs and let out a satisfying sigh of relief. The bastard had once again ejaculated prematurely.Me: What’s wrong with you?! Can’t you. " But you can't make that promise about Aslam."He was right. A throbbing heat in her loins drove Corey on: "I don't want to be sold. I want to stay with you." Stretch your legs open, love. You can raise one foot if you like." Did I sound that sulky I have to be punished?" You know damn well you did."Corey Gibson lifted one leg out to the side to expose her crotch. She managed to take two whistling cuts between her thighs before lapsing into a contortion of agony. When she was again standing. Who has done this to them? Was it of their own accord or the will of others? Is some higher being responsible for the celebrity’s current state of restraint or perhaps there is a supernatural aspect was involved?Are they the captive of some perverted wish made by a horny fan looking for some alone time? A clone of the original celebrity created by a mad scientist who wants a woman to warm their bed at night? Or could this all be part of a scene that requires their character to be restrained in. This was the ultimate goal of our loving. Jen spread her legs wide and pushed her hips up as I pounded into her. She lifted her hips and thighs off of the bed and screamed as an orgasm started to manifest. Her arms hugged me to her. She searched for my mouth with hers and finding it passionately kissed me. Her tongue shot into my mouth and I sucked it as her vagina sucked on my dick. Her screams were muffled by my mouth. Her body shook and spasmed as I continued to piston my dick in and out of.