‘Ooh, but you’re wet!’ She traced her index finger up and down Ashley’s swollen folds. Ashley gripped the edge of the sofa with white knuckles.... ‘Yes,’ she hissed. ‘I can’t help it. What you’ve been doing to me for the last hour has me so horny.’ She grabbed Jasmine’s hand and pulled it away. Jasmine looked puzzled and Ashley said to her, ‘I want you to keep going, but I’m not allowed any sex for 8 weeks. The contractions might pull something loose.’ Jasmine nodded, grabbed the razor, and. Sure, I love to kiss and please my partner. I love to look up at him with my pretty eyes (a lot of people say they are!) as I lick every inch of him, waiting to hear him give that deep guttural moan. But, when all I have is my trusty b.o.b to help me, and averaging at least one orgasm a day, my fantasies have become even more hardcore...and even scary to me at times.Today, after surfing the lovely xhamster site, and seeing my fill of gang bangs, cream pies, and all sorts of debauchery, I find. Aunt Virginia told Joey and me the story just before I left home for college,” she said. “I was born near Cairo during the Egypt-Israeli 7-Day War. My mother was killed in an air raid. Aunt Virginia raised me, but Dad went back to the Middle East—first Iraq and then Iran. That’s where he met and married Lily. He brought her back to the U.S. where Yousef—Joey—was born. He parked them with Aunt Virginia, too. But Dad went back to Iran. He was in the far north of Iran during the revolution in 1980. It didn't take long before she had company, and a uniformed man entered the room, his fitted black tshirt and and trousers showing off a physique muscly enough to scare her, and she pointlessly tried to squirm away from him on the bed. He smirked and brandished something sharp from his pocket as she cringed in fear. The scissors snipped through her cotton pyjama top with ease as he took the liberty of stroking her skin lightly as he went, raising goose pimples on her pale skin. He efficiently.