The top deck of the bus was barren bar myself and several discarded newspapers, the windows thick with condensation from the body heat of departed com...uters, drops of water running rivulets down the glass-like beads of sweat between your lover's shoulders.I thought about how your fresh sweat would taste. That first perspiration of excitement and anticipation. Your perfectly speckled skin reacting to shedding your clothes, betraying your cool nonchalance, your pores puckering as the air hits. Guys began queuing up to fuck her ass while I fucked her pussy. Bruce started penetrating her ass, the pressure of his anal penetration was causing pleasurable constriction for me. Linda started screaming with the intensity of the double penetration, and I quickly covered her mouth with my hand so she wouldn’t be so loud. Bruce and I fucked into her slow and hard, each of us sawing in and out of her holes. She was sweating profusely. I could feel cum and her pussy juices dripping onto my balls. ”I noticed that he said less danger rather than no danger. As soon as he finished speaking, the wheel began to descend. It came down rather quickly until the slaves were only a few inches above the water. It was pretty obvious that putana’s nipples would be in the water in two or at most three rotations.I was wrong. It was four rotations. I’m glad Master didn’t ask me and wasn’t betting on that. As soon as slave putana’s nipples touched the water, she started screaming and yelling in a. Her brown hair messy from a nights’ sleep she ran her hands through it, pulling on a few knots in her hair, taking a step back she looked over her naked body. 5'7 tall and weighing around 130 she thought of herself as athletic, but she wasn't toned and as she stood there she cupped her D-cup breasts. Turning the light back off naked she walked across her apartment and into the kitchen. There followed the usual routine she followed most mornings: turn on the Nespresso machine; grab a mug; grab a.