Then he moved his hand down between her legs, but this time once again his intention was to degrade her more by hating her own bodies reaction. First...he once again pushed two fingers inside her and said, "You knew why I came to your room Holly, yet you barely fought me. You were even waiting for me to push inside you here Holly. Do you realize you never told me stop or no? His finger carefully stroked her clit. Normally he didn't try or even care if he gave the woman he was with pleasure. She was slunk down low in the chair, one leg resting on each of the armrests, her panties dangling loosely from one her ankles. She had pulled her skirt up, and was playing with herself. Well, playing and displaying, she was opening herself up wide with her hands, giving me a full beaver shot, then stroking her clit or sinking fingers into her pussy. It must be bedtime! Julie was watching me watch her. I dropped the paper, but I stayed sitting in the chair—this was a show worth watching. Julie. Every night she had one mind blowing orgasm after another as she replayed the bachelorette party and her somewhat submission. She couldn't let go of how good she felt to be touched by Bree and how badly she wanted to obey her that night. All those feelings came flooding back as Bree continued her gentle touching. Susanne, after a long silence, whispered, "No."Bree whispered back, teasingly, "No what, my dear?" No, I don't want to live my life wondering," Susanne answered, her face burning with. As my feet undress me of my pyjama bottoms, I bring both hands up my body. My pussy is crying out to be touched and I delight in depriving it. Teasing myself, I begin to play with my tits, taking a nipple in one hand between my fore finger and thumb and I squeeze it as I massage the other in the palm of my hand.The nipple between my fingers responds to the pressure, aching delightfully. I squeeze harder, twisting a little, causing a sharper pain. My brain tells me to stop, but my body can take.
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