Slow, long thrusts, almost pulling entirely out, then back fully into him again, he wanked himself as she fucked him, he oozed, his cock head was glis...ening and slippy with cum. The harness chaffed against her pussy lips, every thrust made her clit throb harder, it swelled, the head peeping out and rubbing lightly against the leather, her smooth shaved lips slipped against the surface directly behind her cock, it was like she was fucking him with her hard little clit. Her pace fastened and her. I reply by shaking my head for no, and they all laugh. Today, I'm meeting my boyfriend, Raphael. He is so perfect, with his short blonde hair that seems to frame his face and his green eyes that stand out. I can hardly breathe just thinking about him. That's when I see him. He's sitting on a bench in the local park, looking at the traffic go by. I tap his shoulder, taking his hand and heading for his house. "So, what do you have planned?" I ask. "Well, a lot of things." When he unlocks his. Her blonde hair brushes the tips of her shoulders until a gust of wind comes through the cracks of the barn windows, blowing her hair behind her ears, and erecting her bare nipples. She stands embarrassed and frightened. I move her to a pillar near the far end of the barn, taking both her hands and cable tying her hands around it. Her naked backside is facing me. I take a whip from my table of instruments and begin to unleash my sexual frustration upon her. Lashing and lashing her, her. .twice in a row! She squirted against his thrusting cock and her juices soaked the front of her skirt. "Well," the thought went quickly through her mind, "I may have to call in late and go shopping for a new outfit to wear for my new job..." She had lost count of how many orgasms she experienced during that train ride into town, her mind in a fog. She hadn't even noticed when the strange old man came again deep inside her pussy. But she did recall him slapping her ass one good time before.