You tell everyone to watch how my cunt gets swollen and wet and how my lips part. You carry on, spanking me, hard. i am struggling not to cry but the ...tears come. Also the feeling of belonging comes, the feeling of being owned. i know i am yours.You make me stand up, put my hands on my head, spread my legs. You ask someone to feel how wet i am. The woman from across the street comes forward, in front of me, her hand goes between my thighs and cups me. “She’s soaking like slut.” Her finger slides. The door is pulled open, and I force myself to keep eye contact as he steps into view, shirtless, a pair of running shorts clinging to his thighs. He's not so shy, eyes scanning my body, lingering on the tight, low-cut shirt covered in flour. I blush, eyes shifting to his chest, damp with sweat... Images come unbidden into my mind.His dick inside of me, pounding me doggy style.My mouth wrapped around a throbbing cock.Me on top, screaming his name.My blush increases, and I look back into his. "Hang on, I've got an idea. We don't want that asshole throwing it back at us like you did with the grenade at my house," she whispered. Liv reached into her Go Bag and pulled out the mangy bunny slipper that was filled with holes and missing an eye. She took the grenade from Finn, while he swapped magazines in the AR. She pulled the pin, flipped the spoon, stuffed the grenade in the slipper and sent it flying down the hall. Her aim was perfect. It bounced off a wall and then skidded around the. .”“Trying to see me through his eyes?” she asked. He nodded. “Been practising my presentation, you know. Fancy a look, my old mucker?”Bill swallowed audibly. He might not be a lecher, but he was surely not immune to the charms of the fairer sax. There was professional cause, though. His nod was a trifle jerky.Del just smiled. She uncrossed her legs playfully, knowing she was flashing her panties in the process. Stood up and walked to the flat’s front window, making sure to impart a sway to her.