I couldn’t decide whether she was really enjoying herself or putting on a damn good show for me. Whatever the reason, did I care? Not at all. In fac..., I had a fist wrapped around my stiff cock inside my jeans. They were so tight that I could only manage a slight up and down jerking movement but I couldn't get my cock out without rearranging my position in the tree and I was afraid that I might fall out of it if I did that!“Harder, faster,” Betty demanded, bucking her hips and squirming on her. . had been too polished, too easy, too ... familiar. She had obviously done this before. Not to this man - that was unthinkable. But to some man. Or boy. And Abbey hadn’t looked traumatized at all when she rose, her throat still working in swallows, her tongue licking lips stained with...Mindy didn’t want to think about that. Instead she tried to remember Abbey’s demeanor. She hadn’t said anything. Batiste had told her to forget it had happened, to return to her friends, and say she’d just gone. We went into one of the private rooms and he got straight to business without speaking a word. He threw me onto the bed roughly, quickly stripping off both of our clothes. He sat on my chest, pushing his big, easily eight inch cock, into my mouth and fucking it. I was in total shock; it was all happening so fast and I was getting wet. My mouth was being abused, but I was getting wet very quickly. His cock was as hard as the poles I danced on, so he took it out. With a quick and dominating "On. He moans loudly, and tries to push himself against the upper part of her foot. She pulls back, making sure that there is just the barest amount of contact – enough to torture him some, but not enough to give any satisfaction to his throbbing member. ‘Like that?’ she asks. He looks up at her, and begs for relief. ‘No chance. Not until I am ready.’ She fastens the two remaining garters to the stocking on her right leg, then pulls the right leg away and repeats the tease with her left one. She.