Leaning forward he slowly worked his thick shaft deeper inside her in a series of tiny thrusts until his hips pressed hard against the soft globes of ...her buttocks and he was all the way in. Partially withdrawing, he thrust back in, relishing the tight grip of her anus on his cock. Bent over her back to grasp her swinging breasts, he was just beginning to pump his cock in full strokes when with gasping groans she urged him to stop, telling him it hurt. Unsurprised, if she hadn’t had any anal. These clothes are more elegant and nicer, edgingtowards the normal, but never quite reaching it. There were long corsets ofvelvets, satins and taffetas, skirts of silk and elegant brocade dresses. She stood, inspecting them, as if each one was putting its point forward,rallying to be worn, as she picked one out and then put it back, and finallyshe settled on a long sleeved satin hobble style corset dress, and laid iton her bed as she delved into her panty draw, and triumphantly pulled out. She needed his meat. In her mouth. In her hands. In her pussy. She wanted him more than ever. ‘ENOUGH.’ She screamed in her own head, ‘I have to get out of bed and do something before I can’t take it anymore.’ So, mustering all her self-will, she climbed out of bed, slid into her slippers and put one of his shirts on. The one he ripped off last night. Right before he threw her on the floor, straddled her chest, and plunged his cock into her needy little mouth. It still smelled of him, and she. I could see what she did. Her thumb stroked one puffy pussy lip. She winked again and pulled the finger out of her shorts. She held her finger up to her lips, urging me to silence, then looked around quickly. A large hedge lined the driveway on one side. She said something, then hung up the phone. She moved to the hedge side of the car, where she was shielded from the windows of the house and wiggled her finger for me to follow.I moved up the driveway and stood a foot or so away from her. She.