The man situates himself so that he is lying on top of her. While one of his grim covered hands cups the side of her face and runs through her hair, t...he other reaches between them and paws at her breast. Yulia’s hips rise up and rub against his as their tongues continue to stroke against one another. The friction of his stiff prick rubbing against her bare cunt causes the woman to moan softly. And despite the conflict inside, her hand snakes between the two of their bodies and deftly wraps. The fabric of my slave wrap is almost weightless, and I can feel it waft around me even with my restricted movements, brushing my skin with an intimate kiss. ?Please,? I beg Ja-alixxe one last time when a cool air current flows across my sex. ?Anything but this.?But rather than provoke any mercy, my words seem to remind her of something – a task forgotten. ?Ah, we can’t have you speaking,? the masculine voice says, and without permission she holds an injector against the soft skin of my throat.. How could she be such a religious oriented person with intentions of true piety and still fall into these sessions of base desires? She had no easy answer for such a difficult question. If only she had allowed her pre-convent day's boyfriend Reynaldo to hump her like he so ardently desired, perhaps her hunger would not be so demanding for release. She had even taken him into her mouth at his insistence but had not swallowed the sticky stuff because it tasted frightfully bitter. He had also. I smile as the memories flood my mind of all the wicked things we did to each other last night. I daydream a little about your tongue and I realize how lucky I am to have found someone that shares my same wicked and perverted sexual fetishes. We have pleasured ourselves in the wildest of ways and have made each other cum so hard that in the end I think its well worth it. We have told each other our deepest, darkest, sadistic desires and neither one of us have hit the ground running. We have.