"Fuck it! I'm going in all the way. Brace yourself broad!"He held himself up on his elbows on her back, so his hips were suspended in space. He pushed... in and out in a steady movement, building up the pressure with each stroke.His cock was hurting itself, banging into the solid muscular wall of her hymen.His buttocks tensed. He hurled himself forward with every ounce of his strength.She gave. He crashed through her maidenhead. Her cherry was popped!She popped with it! She bolted forward and. Wetter.One big palm rubbing down my front. One hot hand on my back. Hands on my breasts. On my ass. Everywhere.And then, the tiniest dip into the very top of my wet cleft in front at the exact same time as a finger so gently circles the rim of my hole in back.Oh that's a lot.And then they do more.A cool gel in back. What is that?But then I forget everything because Jean-Luc has found my clit and I don't know what the hell he's doing but it's—"Auuuugggh!"Except then I feel a slight push at the. When she felt the familiar collar buckled around her throat, she knew she would once more be serving his twisted lusts. This time he began by stripping her her bare and raising her cuffed hands to the ceiling hook above the bed. The addition of straps around her tighs, chained out to the edges of the bed, forced her wide open. This made it most convenient for her spouse to play between her widespread thighs with his hands and his whip until she was hot, dripping and panting heavily. Cruel as he. “Oh boy, oh boy,” said Harriet. “Abigail, what you did was unconscionable. You’re going to pay for this one. Oh my yes you are.”.“What’s the big deal? We were there. His son saw him get the award. That was enough,” said Abigail.“Think so?” said Harriet. “Think again. Did you even bother to congratulate your ex for his achievement? I was there and I didn’t see you.”“No, but I will at home,” she said.“Too little too late, woman, too little too late.”****“Where were you? Did you see him get his.