This is the Story of “O”!Ever since Olivia was a young girl, she could remember receiving pleasure from sucking on her parent’s fingers, then he...r pacifier and then her own fingers… As she got older, she can remember when this activity began to make her Soul feel like it was on fire, like she was burning up from within then this strange new feeling would reach a climax, as her little vulva would release its moist sweet waters of Lust and Pleasure of the Senses..It was at this moment, when her. ” I suddenly knew that he had missed out on one of the most accommodating and wonderful sex partners I had ever had the privilege to have met. Helen’s capacity for sex was without bounds. If only he had taken the trouble to find out.I realised she was crying, tears trickled over her little nose and I knew that she had realised the same as me, her husband couldn’t care less. All he wanted was a quick fuck on a Saturday night with no regard for her wants and needs. It made me sad to think that. Hannah was the Citrine Stone, the Stone of Greed. I managed to avoid the same trance that Aly and I had fallen into, but I watched Hannah stumble slightly, and as Yuki caught her arm, I got a flash of desire, but not from my Asian sex toy.The desire was Hannah’s. A sudden desire to push Yuki down and punish her for touching her without permission, to make Yuki lick her feet and beg forgiveness. It was so strong it made me blink, but Hannah merely brushed it aside. Clearly there was more to this. The black haired woman's hips rocked back and forth as she attempted to maintain contact with both of the young women who had her pinned between them. That part became easier as Paris moved her hands, allowing Rory to plaster herself completely against her front.Angelina's pussy had once again soaked through the pantyhose that were all that remained of her clothing along with her own high heels. The nylon covering her ass was just as wet from Paris, who was dripping against her as the young.