Fuck me, fuck my ass, baby, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass.”She was almost chanting. What could i do. I fucked the big lady’s big ass. I fu...ked her with long, deep strokes. All the way in, all the way out. First slowly and then, as i got into it and as i felt my own arousal begin, with increasing speed.“fuck me ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass,” she kept repeating, over and over, mantra-like. I hate to get off by myself so i reached a hand around to stroke her clit. Hers was already there.. She did do this every day for years."Alright. Let me grab your skirt and..." Huh?" I have the perfect skirt for this." You always say that." And don't I?" Heather asked, looking over imaginary sunglasses.Kim inhaled and raised a finger."You have a point there."***There were some chips out on the table, Bobbie was crunching away, Fayehad his shirt off and was lounging on one of the pool chairs next toTimmi with those stupid sunglasses on. Amber was talking about Kurt,Bobbie had to admit that. " In that case, you may be ready for another lesson, perhaps?"Before I can reply, I feel soft lips surrounding one nipple, the recent piercing making it so immensely sensitive. The tongue slightly flicks the metal ring; the chain tightens and releases, causing the other nipple to throb. These intense waves, are they of pain or of pleasure? Both, it seems, although any roughness now would make the experience unbearable.Her lips travel to the other nipple, this time a tiny bite causing me to. They called the concierge at the hotel who said he would call and make the arrangements for them and not to bother returning as the agency was not too far from where they were. He called back in a few minutes to confirm that a car was waiting for them - a red convertible. Juliana was delighted. They collected the car and some road maps and made their way out of the city. Robert was a confident driver despite the chaos of Paris traffic and used to driving the stick shift. Juliana just took in.