I stepped to the back of it and flipped the switch. The motor clicked over and started puttering. The seat buzzed. The whole thing rocked back and for...h a little. I hollered over the motor noise, "Fully functional art, Ham?"Ham shrugged and smiled sickly, "Of course. What else do I build?"I turned the machine off again and looked closer, admiring the details of my husband’s fantasy. The horse mask, I realized, was also a blindfold, as it had no holes. Just eyes painted on in gold and blue. They. When Isabeau turned to face the Maestro he feared that he would not be able to restrain the inappropriate impulses she stirred in him. Her lithe, young body appeared to be throbbing in the shadows. Calling to him to soothe her burning desire to be touched. He shut his eyes and rubbed them. The dim light must have played tricks on his eyes; he thought he saw a turquoise glow radiating from Isabeau’s porcelain skin.Isabeau asked, “Are you alright, Maestro?”A strange fatigue washed over him. He. Finally, Greg came up for air and, moving forwards rubbed the head of his cock against my now dripping lips. His cock went in to the hilt and as he began pumping into me I thrashed about like a mad thing, my whole body now covered with sweat. I briefly thought about his unsheathed cock and a pregnancy but Greg came off into me and carried on his thrusting till every drop was deep inside my pussy.I knew my rock hard husband’s cock wanted to penetrate me to so he moved me to my knees between. She was sexy, as if someone had designed her to be a porn star, but as the camera pulled away and more came into view that wasn’t what held my attention. The big cock ramming in and out of her was what grabbed me. My breath caught a moment, I was panting as I watched him ram her. I felt my nipples stiffen, growing incredibly sensitive. I even felt my pussy moisten as he fucked her. I leaned back in the chair, watching. I finally pulled my dress up and slid my hand into my panties, rubbing my.