.… on her lower thigh. She clenched and cried out in pain, then my hand slid over her pussy lips.Her cry turned into a moan as my fingers lightly da...ced over her wet lips.Smooth. Not a hair to be found.She pulled her legs in a bit, making her ass raise higher for me. The sweet smell of her desire began filling the room.“Sixteen,” she sniffed.STRIKE“Seventeen.”STRIKE STRIKE STRIKEI alternated each of these last blows on her upper thighs right near her pussy.“Twenty,” her voice faltered.My hand. Fir pura andar ghusata.Mai sat sat karte chut mai lund pelte pach pach pach ki aawaz karte chut mai fasa fas lund dalte hatho mai boobs ko maslate marorate jor jor se chodne laga.Unki bhari huyi jango ko maslata jhukakar hoth chuste kacha kach lund se dhakke lagate chodne laga. Thodi der baad unhone muze letakar mere lund par baithkar kacha kach mere lund par chut set karte kudne lagi unki bade bade boobs sata sat hilate huye dekhate mai niche se gand utha utha kar masti mai chodne laga aah ahh. Even more beneficial in my opinion was the leather monoglove holding her arms in a merciless grip. It was one of my severest models, running all the way up to her shoulders before sending out straps around her chest. Fully laced like it was now, it made her elbows touch. I normally didn't use this kind on fresh trainees, but, oh boy, did she look hot in it! Shoulders bent backwards to the utmost, arms neatly stowed away, her full breasts pushed out.Not that she was in need of it. Especially. " "I totally understand, Phyllis," Sandy said without going into details. "What we say here stays here and you can trust me on that." Phyllis removed her sun hat and quietly said, "As I said, it's a long story." Sandy said nothing but gave Phyllis an understanding nod. Phyllis didn't exactly blurt out her story but let it fall out in tiny pieces like chards of a broken glass. It might have been the wine or just a sense of relief but at that point Phyllis just opened up and began revealing all.