It fit perfectly in my palm. She could have been a statue from all appearances had her nipple not gone taut. I plucked at it a few times, realizing sh... wasn't wearing a bra, but she sat absolutely still, her eyes focused on the screen. My hand moved down, finding her navel under her crop top. I ticked it a bit, then moved slightly to the side. She was wearing a slit skirt so I had little trouble sliding my hand in. I tried to find the elastic band of her panties but encountered only what. As I kissed and licked her then I gradually cleaned my semen from her. This clearly excited her but the taste of my own semen almost took me over the top. I knew I wasn’t going to last too long, as I had been so excited before I had entered her. She was writhing, her hair now bedraggled where it was wet with her own sweat.I increased my pace and knew that I was going to blow his wad. I rammed it home to the hilt and held it there as my cock pulsed and bounced within her jetting time and again. Bailey and I have never had boyfriends. I'm pretty sure we are both into boys. But, we were up late at her house after swimming watching TV and a really sexy lesbian scene came on. She’s more outspoken than me and seemed really into it. I thought it was hot but felt kinda weird watching it with her, like there was an openness that I didn't know what to do with. In typical style, Bailey voiced it. “Have you ever thought about it?” She asked me. “Sex with a girl, you mean?” She nodded. “I mean,. She had yet another idea to test on Tom. For Tom, it had been another surreal night where time had had little meaning and the captivity had played games with his mind, only this time heightened by the heavy clanking cuffs that restricted his movement even further. He could have removed Katie’s panties from his face, but the truth was that they felt nice and added to the sensation of being trapped and owned. The air was warm and still, and Katie’s scent still lingered both in the cell and on his.