I whispered. He quickly rose out of his seat and led me out of the restaurant, explaining that he lived just down the street. I walked beside him on s...haky legs. I could feel that my panties were still askew, leaving my soggy pussy exposed under my skirt. The air felt chilly as it cooled my dripping cunt, and that only added to my agitation. It turned out that he lived in a very nice luxury high-rise apartment building. He squeezed my hand as we rode up in the elevator I looked down and noticed. The rope in her slit moved, so the knots that were on it rubbed hard against her clit. The poor girl was being played like a guitar and seemed to enjoy it at least as much as I enjoyed watching the whole show. The knots were getting wet and I decided to join in and taste that sweet pussy juice. As I tried to stand up my shackles rattled, momentarily catching the monsters attention. A tentacle slid between my chained arms while another grabbed me around the waist. It dragged me closer and. Everything! On him, a thirteen-year-old boy. On his face, shame ---and fear.She wavered, briefly, before she walked into his bedroom. The argumentsin this room had been heated and strenuous. Each had always risen to thechallenge of the other, each defiant, each resolute. Could she have beenmore ordinarily tender-hearted? Could her words have not been so hideous,loathing, venomous? 'Compromise' had not been in their lexicon; but couldnot 'compassionate' have been in hers?She gently placed the. Max scooped Zoe up off the couch, his cock still inside her. They looked at each other as max began to fuck her while standing. Zoe was in bliss, enjoying being held, feeling Max’s frame as he supported her. Her juices ran down his cock. Zoe’s eyes closed her head tilted back as she came again. Max could feel her weight, his thighs and knees tiring from the activity, but he felt invigorated from Zoe’s orgasm, and kept fucking her.A wind blew the curtains, the cold air wrapping their bodies. At.