She was lying topless with skirt on. I started to press her boobs. It was like a cotton ball but firm well. Each of my movements were gently. I fondle... her boobs. Bit her nipple gently. Our bodies were on heat. I wanted to change pace of enjoying her breast. I crushed her both boobs.We changed position. We were standing. She leaned on a wall and I got ample view of her boobs. I raised her both arms. That was one hell of a view. Her armpits were a bit hairy, not much. Her arms raised. Boobs. With the flat of his hand he smacked each one of them causing the supple white flesh to pinken and the taunt nipples to harden even more. She moaned raggedly, this time without a care to silence herself as her hips rolled and bucked against him. Pleasure swam throughout her senses, his hands seemed to be everywhere soothing and enticing her body at the same time. It was absolutely intoxicating. With eyes closed she was startled to feel a sharp pain at the base of her head as he yanked her neck. When she reached for the cup, his eyes quickly scanned her beautiful legs. He made himself look away, the sight of them causing him to think bad thoughts about her. He stole another quick peek, this time at her firm thighs that were half hidden by her peasant skirt. He pulled his eyes away from her, making himself look into her face, angry at himself for his lack of respect.The coffee was not overly hot, but extremely strong. Nena gulped down half of it quickly, the warmth and caffeine taking. A frustrated Sylvia found herself chained in a darkened cell, her breathing coming in shallow gasps as she tried to get it under control.She could barely hear the voices from the other side of the closed curtain. A man talking to Kim about riding leathers and a custom seat for his hog, amongst other things. Sylvia had just realized that they were talking about motorcycles when the man finished his business and left. Kim returned a minute later, this time holding a small whip in one hand and a.