We didn’t have a Lucy.I liked to let Lucy out for a night now and again. I noticed the subtle changes in my mind when in female form and with my ins...tiable quest for knowledge, I found my experiments in my other forms were a lot of fun in my otherwise fear filled life.The other times that I graced the cell with my presence were for things I couldn’t help happening. I’d have the oddest accidents like tripping over my own feet and knocking someone away from being burnt or something weird like. This worked well for a while but I wanted to get fucked without having to use my hands to provide the motion. Answer? Move the toy to the upright position under me and ride from on top. Always a favorite of mine when I'm getting fucked by an real cock. I just love the deep penetration and being able to squirm around and change up the sensations. So on top of the toy I went and I start moving my ass up and down over the length of this toy and I'm just having a great time. While I was. She was taken, yes, but it wasn’t as though she would find out that he had wasted most of his afternoon imagining his handprints all over that sweet ass of hers. She wouldn’t know that he pondered what the duration and pitch of all her moans would be and how they would alter throughout a love making session, so what was the harm? Reed enjoying his thoughts and found getting ready for work that night easier than it had been in months. By the time the clock had struck six, he’d donned his slacks. My sweet petite chocolate starfish. My winking haven of anal bliss. Rapturous felicity; girly paradise in my back door. Sweet, sweet tightness. My little puckered slot expanded by male girth. Happy self. Happy arse. So much pleasure in my goddamn arsehole. And so safe, cream my arse you prick, I don't care. My arse , my life's immediate sexual fulfilment zone. Then he was alternating between my arsehole and pussy slit. The bastard. Taking me to insane heights. Jagging my arse. Rummaging my.