After pounding me doggy style for a good fifteen minutes, he turned me over, threw my legs over his shoulders and plowed deep and roughly into my cunt... His hands were working the fake breasts and he leaned in and kissed me hard. It was a turnon to see my red lipstick all over his face. He was like a fucking machine, pounding my hole like a metronome, his balls slapping my ass. He started to get rougher and was slapping my thigh and buttock and asking me who was his bitch.I could only muster. Out of sight out of mind. Only of coursethey weren't. The cups of the slip were manifestly not quite empty,the silken material betraying the nipples' contours, contours thatwere themselves made more prominent by the soft mounds from whichthey rose. And at every movement of his arms, of his body thegentle friction of the material brought home to him their new-foundsensitivity.And they were only at their beginning. Ten days would perhaps notmake much difference, even if Simon had said that the. The first showed her bent backwards over Pete and Jane’s dining table, she had her miniskirt pushed up over her front and Bill was pumping away with Pete pulling her nipples whilst she gave him a blow job. Her bra and top were gone and she was being fucked well at both ends. The second was about 4 years ago, Cassie was dressed in a school outfit, short plaid skirt, blouse, long black socks (over knee), white string panties. In this photo she was tied over a bench press in Bill’s office. She. Even if it were on accident, I wouldn't mind if he does shoot in my mouth, because I can swallow, unlike Grace. Holy shit, that picture was priceless to see her spit out Greg's load on the floor, as I made him explode. Grace, I might love you now, but that was fucking hilarious, though. Yes, Tommy, display all the signs you need to because I'll make you cum a river all over me and the couch.'Even as he was standing, his crotch still seemed to be the base of his quaking. I saw his legs appearing.