The first time was fine, typical massage with a sheet. The thought of some guy massaging her just about nude was quite appealing to me. I knew th...at a sheet, while providing a minimum of cover could be strategically moved to reveal the treasures that lay underneath. A guy would have to be a moron or gay not to try. The next time, I asked her to "help" the sheet expose herself. As the masseur was massaging her upper pecs, she tugged the sheet until her nipples came out. As he worked on. I could capture my love enjoying a wank, and I came to the conclusion he wouldn't hold for too long without a brutal throw on the bed and endless fucking throughout the night. So, I laid next to him sharing a curious smile. I put my legs high up and let him take my stockings off. He spread my legs and could see the majority of a glistering, shaved pussy of mine, since the thong was more of a strap than a real cover. Plus that strap was a mess, which has been slowly flowing onto the bedsheets. Now she let go of it, watching it stand rigidly out from his body, pointing towards her face. It throbbed with power and desire. The cameraman knelt down in front of them, getting close to catch every movement. Becky grabbed Jack's cock, squeezing it as hard as she could. She felt the blood-filled member bulging even more, as if to force her fingers apart. Becky held the cock tight, and again it grew in her hand. Her fingers felt the thick veins pumping hotly, as the throbbing cock swelled,. The rules were simple: fifteen minutes in the ring--no "rounds". The fighters wore bikinis or another form of skimpy swimsuit. A referee, who was to stop the fight only if blood flow became a serious obstacle and threat to a fighter's life. That was it. You won by making your opponent submit, or by decision after the fifteen minutes was up. Only two fighters had gone fifteen minutes with Cobra, and one of them had beaten her. She was quick, savage, and unforgiving. The crowd loved it when a.