Finally, Ellen Graves lay completely naked, her body squirming for satisfaction as Miranda teasingly slid the robe from her shoulders and let it fall ...to the floor.Miranda lay beside the nearly demented housewife. Her fingers began to explore other parts of Ellen's body. As Miranda's hand neared her nest, the sexually crazed woman unashamedly thrust as high as possible to capture the elusive fingers in her nest, but Miranda's fingers moved on leaving her at fever pitch, aching for. " With a sigh, I tried to control my enthusiasm and deliver her the pleasant orgasm she deserves. Lapping at her clit-hood and using my fingers inside of her, I devoted myself to her until she shuddered and clamped my head between her pillowy thighs. I gave her a moment to recover. She looked like she had a really great time and I was proud to have made her feel so good. Her hair flowed around her head like an aura. My Goddess. She took the key from the table and sat up to. She refuses, turning to try to spit on him. The crop twacks her ass cheeks, and she screams in pain. Once, twice, three time the guard whips her, leaving welts on her pale skin. Isabelle fights, trying to kick the guard away from her. She nails his thigh and is rewarded with a vicious strike across her back. The guard then forces the crop between her legs, alternating between slapping her pussy and grinding the rough leather against her clit. She bites her arm to avoiding yelling more, though. I was still too skinny and didn't have much to fill my bra. I had nice long dark hair and blue eyes, but I was hopelessly petite. My mom was slender like me too. Boys didn't notice me much. They all looked at the seniors and the girls with big tits and round asses. One day I told my dad, I wanted breast implants because boys only dates the girls in my high school with big boobs. I didn't have anyone else to talk to. My mom had been a hopeless drunk up until she left us. When I said that, he.