Her vagina moved up and down stroking the entire length of the penis. Megan looked down her chest past her hard nipples to where her legs met and wat...ched her vagina move with her body as she could feel the massive object inside of her, now surprisingly beginning to give her pleasure. “Try rubbing yourself down there to give it extra wetness so it slides easier,” Carly told Megan.Megan carefully lifted one hand up and moved it below her belly and began rubbing, spiking her pleasure as she. She put her cue up in the wall rack and approached me."Hey yourself." she said as she pressed against me, molding her body tightly to mine. Our arms wrapped around one another and we held each other and swayed back and forth."Are we becoming a problem for you Ike?" she asked me."One woman is a problem for any man. Three would be more along the lines of a natural disaster." I told her."Goof! I'm serious, are we getting in the way of you doing what you want to do?"I pushed her away from me and. “Fuck, where is the key?” Brad breathed, his hands performing an intimate search until the woman’s familiar scent overcame him, and he sunk his lips into the front of her panties.“Slip it out,” she breathed, her voice sounding desperate.Brad stood at the basin and stared down at the steel cage as he ran cold water and body lotion through the bars. Finally, he managed to pull his cock out and it bounced above his dejected balls that were still caught in the metal device.With the chastity cage. .. OOOOOO... HEELLLLLLPPPPPPP!”Grinning, Quentin advanced, his hardening prick now swinging before him. Desperate, Simone tried to dodge away... but Quentin shot out a hand and, gripping her by the hair, swung her round. His hand slapped the soft bottom. Hard.Lovely!Simone shrieked and struck out. But harmlessly. Quentin picked her up and slung her over his shoulder like a sack. In course of time, he had become quite adept at dealing with struggling slave-girls! A tattoo of fists rained on his.