“Fuck me” she said, a bit more quieter this time.When I put my cock into her it was like sliding it into silk, she urged me to push it in deeper a...d deeper and taking the teat of her breast into my mouth she asked me to bite on it. Well I bit her breast but she implored me to do it harder and harder which, to be honest, it worried me a bit as I didn't want to hurt her, but she appeared to like it.We fucked on the sofa, over the back of the sofa, and she bent forward, her hands on the wall as I. None such as many of the others I see in those pictures in what she calls a book.I see that she speaks truth as she believes it, but it is very hard to accept. I ask how men make the pictures, thinking it is not possible to make pictures of animals that do not live. She says that those pictures are drawings made by men who have found the bones of these creatures and have sought to ... her word is “reconstruct,” which I think means to build again ... the images of creatures long gone from the. He started licking my clit and sucking my pussy lips; I moaned and grabbed his hair so I could grind against his tongue. He moaned into my pussy as I forced him eat me out. I was so close to coming, I moved up further and planted my ass on his face. He lapped his big, wet tongue all over my tight little asshole as I played with my clit. I moved back down his body and started to work his big, thick, juicy cock. I lightly stroked and drooled all over his shaft while swirling my tongue around the. It was old leather, supple and worn. Katya followed his movements with a look of blatant lust, and he laughed at her.“This thrashing will take you to the very edge” he told her, with a twisted smile. “You will be a wet little bitch when I use that” he nodded towards a silver-handled whalebone whip leaning in the doorway “to make you faint with pain”. She followed his eyes and moaned shamelessly at the prospect of the antique crop. Then he lifted the belt and Katya bent over on the mattress to.