A mischievous smile played across Cindi’s lips as she wrapped her hands around the shaft and lowered her head.My cock, admittedly smaller, was in my... hand. I began stroking as I watched as the bulbous, dark head of Paul’s cock disappear into Cindi’s mouth. That was the instant I knew someday I’d make Cindi my wife. I stopped stroking. I wanted to draw the exquisite sensations out as long as possible. I crossed my arms, leaned against the wall, and watched Cindi enjoying herself. After what. He could see Gemma's legs behind him as she positioned herself to give him the cane. He was tense but aroused at the same time at the prospect of being caned by the schoolgirl. He had always been the dominant character in whatever relationship he was in. Even at home he dominated his wife although to be fair she never physically disciplined. Yet he had often fantasised about being disciplined himself which is why he came up with the idea that the gym mistress was the one to discipline the. Ali took me to the floor and taught me some steps. We danced for a while. The atmosphere in the disco was highly sexual. All were couples and they were grinding their bodies. They all had beer and some liquor. It was so crowded that invariably couples bumped into each other.Ali danced very close to my body. He rubbed his body on mine when there was a slow number. I could see that he was aroused.” Arpi looked at me to see my reactions. She inserted her hand into my crotch and gave a hard squeeze. He was ready for it this time, though. The signs were there: her precarious breath, the tension in her stomach under his pressing thumbs, that half-lidded gaze somewhere between imploring and seductive.“Say it,” he instructed.“Fuck me, Jared.”“Fuck you how?”“Fuck me hard. Fuck me crazy. Fuck me ’til I die.”“You got it, babe.”He thrust into her. Hard and forceful now. Her tiny sigh became a squeal each time his cock rammed her, nudging her toward the head of the bed, nudging the bed into the.