I was just a grunting, mumbling, bag of flesh getting the best fuck of my life.Jen leaned forward so that she could fuck herself with the strapon even...harder and deeper. With her hand still acting like a jackhammer inside of me, I just held on for the ride of my life.Jen was starting to come close to orgasming. As she did she began to yell at me."Look at me fucking your ass with my fist! You fucking whore! That's my fucking ass isn't it? That's my fucking ass, cause you my fucking ass bitch,. At one time when my knees were locked around his hips and squeezing tight, I could feel I was getting closer. He kissed my neck and I rocked my hips, grinding my pussy back against his cock. And just as it felt he was going to start kissing up again I reached down and grasped his head in my hands and pushed down. He knew what I wanted and lifted up again, and kissed lower.His cock was grinding my pussy wonderfully and I was getting so close when I gasped and moaned out his name. He had taken my. ”“Uh, yes, sure. You may,” Brent said, eyes locked on the hand playing with her pussy.“Mmmm ... thank you, Master,” Jess answered, eyes closed as she held Brent’s neck tight.“Ooo, oohh, OH!” she cried out as the orgasm hit her. Emma buried her digit into Jess’ ass as deep as she could and held it there as Jess climaxed. She could feel Jess’ rectum closing on her finger with each wave of pleasure (and realized that must have been what it felt like when Jess fingered her own ass a few days. She doesn't ever wear a bra and I suspect that doesn't even own one. The last time she wore one was at school and that was a 32A but she says she has grown a bit since then."We doing anything today?" she asked sipping her hot tea.It was Sunday, bright and sunny."Yeah we could do," I replied stretching lazily."You have a your shower and have a think of somewhere to go," she said. "I'll finish this then I'll get dressed.Her getting dressed on a warm sunny day like this meant something scanty. She.