I love the enthusiasm when it comes to sex. I contract my pussy muscles around James’ dick to increase the friction for both of us.“My clit, my cl...it,” I gasp as James pumps inside me. “Use your fingers to stimulate my clit.” He has a lot to learn about women. Most men still believe in old Freud’s lies about vaginal orgasms. Why do women have clits other than stimulation to orgasm? The vagina has its nerves and pleasures, but it is the clit that runs from the knob, through the pussy valley to. “Yes,” Faoril gasped, her tits heaving. She had a hand between her thighs, frigging her pussy as she caned Thyrna's tits and stomach.The cracks grew faster and faster. Faoril shivered, groaning, cumming as she punished our slave. The cane fell from her hands, sinking into the floor and merging back into the wood where it came from. Energy surged out from her. It lashed around the both of us, wind and water caressing me, heat massaging my balls.Thyrna spasmed in my arms. I reached around her,. What then?”“A kind of strapon, it’s called a Feeldoe.”“A what?”“A Feeldoe. It slips inside you and it has a long cock on the outside. When you fuck me you will feel all sorts of nice sensations.”“Riiiight…”Emma nodded slowly, taking it all in and trying to imagine what the device looked like. At least she had renewed her attention on my cock, and my fingers were now twisting at her nipples.Emma climbed on top of me. I shuffled up the bed and she followed, crawling up my legs and thighs; her. Of me. Down at the cove. I kept it.’ The cove, Nick thought, reminded again of those days and nights with Joelle. In his imagination he could hear the rumble of the V8 in Joelle’s Ford Falcon ute as she shifted through the gears and negotiated the dirt roads to the coast. Nick could almost taste the cold beers from the esky as the heat of the day turned to sultry night, while he and the gypsy talked foolishness under the Southern Cross, and the Indian Ocean sighed against the shingle down.