He pulled down the zip and slipped inside,his ring finger delving between the folds of her cunt. She was very wet.His chuckle was the epitome of mascu...ine arrogance. “For me, Kitty-Kat?” he asked, swishing his finger through theabundant lubricant before moving up a little to circle the sensitive knot of nerves he’d raised. One of her legs lifted, quiteof its own accord, to wrap around his slim waist.It was the laugh that did it. That snarky, irritating laugh. ‘Kitty-Kat brat’ is what he’d used. The lift was easiest a short chain around the roof truss being enough the lift being central between the chains. My labours over I retreated to the house, tomorrow would be another day...hopefully …though we had decided that ‘in the week play would be softer and less damaging if at all!’ The weekend soon came around again our project was really beginning to take shape now, new fridge in the kitchen moved our old one to our second home, a new kettle, and the old sofa from the kitchen had been. She moaned, over and over, louder and louder. She bounced up and down on my dick, her feet not touching the floor and wrapped her legs around my body. She never closed her eyes, but she often didn’t look as though she could see anything, except for when she finally met my gaze again, and managed a large grin while she continued to vocalize her pleasure. She screamed, I came. I slowed my thrusts, and she slowed her moans. I lowered her, and she unwrapped her legs and regained her footing on the. Jenny didn’t trap me, I allowed myself to be trapped, again and again. I sought it out, and when I got there I lost myself in it, and I was losing myself again. I knew that next time would have to be harder, more extreme to get the same sensation. I was addicted to sex and being used as a toy.“Oh fucking hell!” Cried Cody. He had lost himself as well, and he licked my face to prove it.“Mmmm…mmmm” I hummed, and was rewarded with another stinging slap. “Shit bro!” He said and slapped me again..