“Oh God! They’re fucking beautiful!” he groaned as he fell to his knees. His tongue lashed across my nipples. Suckling on the teats of my 38DD t...ts, he moaned and groaned as I stroked his shaven head.“I’d nearly forgot how nice a woman’s tits felt.” He whispered as he licked my stiff nipples, “They smell so fucking nice,” he continued as his hands mauled my arse, and then moving around the front, he stroked my trimmed pubes until his fingers easily penetrated my sopping pussy.In my desire I’d. You aren't gentle with me, fucking my wet pussy hard and fast while grabbing and sucking on my boobs. I'm grabbing your back as you thrust deep and hard into me. You pull my hair and bite my neck, then whisper in my ear, "get on your knees slut", and I happily obey. Once I'm on my knees, you smack me on my ass so hard that it made me gasp and shed a tear, because it actually hurt. You rub the spot gently, before smacking it again and telling me, " you are my property to control and do with you. “ What is your name?” Sally asked looking into the woman’s dark eyes. A smile graced the woman’s lips. “ My name is Elisabeth, but please call me Beth!” The woman replied. The current song ended. Sally stood moving the stool back a little bit, so she could begin dancing on the next song. “ I’m happy someone likes my dancing!” Sally said giving the woman, whose name was Beth, a smile. “ I love how you dance.” Beth replied as the song began. An up beat song by Kevin Lyttle “ Turn Me On”. She. Whatever "it" is. I simply needed a book from the local Borders, and to get my beard trimmed. I was beginning to look too much like an underweight Grizzly Adams. Ever hate your genes? On top I resembled a helicopter landing-pad, the clear zone surrounded by long, wind-blown dead grass. But I could grow a beard thicker than a briar patch, and not much easier to trim. So after looking like an escapee from an electric hedge trimmer massacre, I gave up cutting it myself and let a beauty shop do the.