Karin reclined the seat and spread her legs and began to stroke her clit. I could hear her breathing become quickened and then there were gentle littl... gasps as she began fingering herself, burying three fingers almost to the knuckles with each thrust. Karin teased herself for awhile, fingering herself slowly, and drawing a finger between her soft, wet folds, playing with her clit. With each stroke, her breathing quickened, and she began to moan, her hips twitching and begininng to buck. Never would she have imagined being subjected to this type of treatment, especially from someone she loathed.Like a piston on a finely-tuned sports car his strokes were constant and harsh, stabbing into her with purpose and resentment. Over the past four years they had been at odds and he was using this opportunity to exact revenge by way of her vagina. The bloated end of his penis crashed continually into the very depths of her core, feeling as though he was attempting to force his weapon into. Gratified by her response, he put his other hand down to do the same on the other side. Regan looked up at him and sped up her motions. She made no effort to tease him or prolong the blowjob. She already had plans to awaken her boyfriend with a lengthy oral sex session in the morning.Her legs were parted as she sat on the bed with Andy stationed between her knees. She wished she had a third hand in order to reach between her own thighs but she didn't want to take one away from Andy. She heard. The goods all packed away, I led Brenda along by the wall, so we were shielded from the other cars. ‘I’d like to give you something for helping me, Brenda.’ ‘That’s kind, Mr Smith, but we aren’t allowed to accept tips.’ ‘I was thinking of giving you more than just ‘the tip’…’ I dropped my gaze to my semi erect cock. Her gaze followed. ‘Oh, my goodness!’ At this point I was expecting a hard slap, or a scream. Instead, she looked around, bit her lip, then placed her hand on my bulge. ‘That’s.