He only stopped when her nipples felt like hard pebbles, Raisa humiliated as she looked how swollen and red they had become.“NO! DON’T!” Raisa c...ried out in shame as the two of them spread her legs, their hands running up and down her smooth silky thighs, spreading the oil over her flesh until it glistened. Hands held her legs apart as Raisa shivered when the fingers moved closer to her sex, already ashamed as she felt her own desires wet her pussy.Raisa rose up on her toes as two fingers. The others were padded, but the seat in the back was like an afterthought that could also be folded up to store golf clubs or groceries. The advantage was watching Charity jog with her hands behind back behind the cart when we pulled away. Her hands bound tightly behind her back, forced her tits to shake back and forth wildly as she tried to keep up with the speed of the cart. I loved it! But I played it cool and pretended it didn’t turn me on.“You can watch titties shake,” Claire smirked when. Just a quick note to let everyone know that when I write erotica, I write a story, not just a bunch of words stuck together for someone to jack off to. If you dont want plot and character development, then my story will not be for you. What the fuck! I stared across the street and actually rubbed my eyes once to see if the image burned into my brain would disappear. It didnt. She stood there beneath a weeping willow on the banks of the river, his arms around her, and, unless I missed my mark,. He sprayed her everywhere making her whole body shine brightly in the sun light. “Now I want you to lay down on the table, face down,” as he pulled a cover off it. It was quite and funny looking table as it had three holes in it, one at the end and two a third of the way down, but also a large space in the middle and open at the other end. Maybe some kind of massage table was my though. Tamara slowly lay down on the table and Jake instructed her to place her tits in each of the two holes and.