She thought it delicious and began to imagine it inside her so she slid round on the sheets and presented her head at the foot of the bed, level with ...his fleshy flagpole, her hand reached up and she wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft, unable to make the tips of her fingers meet her palm, he twitched lightly with her contact and sighed in appreciation as she tugged the brown foreskin back from the bulbous head. It was the size of a large egg, shiny and swollen in front of her face. Scott bucks up his hips while I grind down, trying to take all nine inches of his manhood. I manage to get down halfway before needing to take another attempt, after a while, I am able to slide down to seven inches and so utilise a new toy of mine. Scampering off to the toy-box, I pick out a vibrating cock ring which stimulates the person being fucked-the fuckee as I like to think of it-and slide it down his pole. We move down onto the floor in missionary and Scott slowly grinds himself into. Which only served to panic her more.Something soft touched her calf. Her knee. Her thigh. She tried to kick but her legs remained securely tied to the chair. It wasn't a hand; that much she could tell. The touch was too light. But it didn't feel like an object either. It was pressure and the absence of the breeze the still cooled the rest of her skin.Give, the voice said again. The touch moved up her thigh and she trembled. Rape. Whom ever this was wanted to rape her. She tried to move again. As the brunette shed the last of her clothes, she stood there a moment with her eyes closed while every one silently ogled her smooth body. She had wide hips and a freshly shaved, smooth pussy. She was a little pudgy but not over-weight. Yet it was her breasts that held me mesmerized. They were not only huge but so, so firm looking. She had not met Mr. Gravity yet, that was certain. Her erect nipples protruded enticingly from large rounded areolas that made my mouth water. She then.