We both have really big boobs, though I know from trips to the spa that hers are just slightly larger, though mine probably seem bigger because they a...e rounder and much, much firmer. Her nipples are larger, and after two kids, brown. Mine are smaller and very pink. My waist, to use Pattie's words, is "impossibly small," though she is by no means much larger. I think we would both say that our best feature, however, is our round hips and perky butts, and our long and shapely legs, which,. As the ebony women grinded her pussy down against that of the women under her, now obvious the "prisoner" in the scene, they both trembled as their moans and screams ripping from their throats.:: Off screen:: It didn't take long for me to begin my trip to their level. My left hand already on my left breast, kneading and massaging while my middle and ring finger pinched my sensitive nipple. My right hand trails down over the plains of my stomach to cover my sensitive heat through the fabric. Soft whispered declarations of love turned to insults about what I looked like, how I behaved, what I wore and reprimands for each. Making love turned into torture literally. He started to hurt me during sex. He would bite or pinch me, bruising my skin and making me scream or cry in pain . He would tell me it was my fault that he couldn’t orgasm without hurting me and calling me names, telling me that I disgusted him. It got even worse, with me being chained to a bed, pinched, slapped, beaten. "Kinna took shelter under a dense clump of brush, but she couldn't sleep. When it was finally time to change sentries, she sat up and crept over to where Olna was stirring."I can take sentry post," she offered. "I not sleepy." All right. You take Fellin's place."The night was silent, almost unnaturally so. The laterising moon climbed higher, halfhidden by ragged clouds, and it was long after midnight when the sound of stealthy movement brought Kinna to full alertness."That not Riggan," she told.