Mum told me that seeing as I was the birthday girl I had to get undressed and to lie down on the table, then Mum and Dad spread the ice-cream cake all...over my body. Golly Diary, by the time they were finished I was totally covered in it and it was so cold that my nipples stood up really high, but fortunately no one was bothered by it. Everyone was invited to have a piece of cake, but they weren't allowed to use their hands. They had to eat it straight off my body. It took a while, but. ’ Again everything I would never ever have thought of doing over a phone link went out of the window and what we were doing , sharing each others aspirations, those things that are deeply intimate seemed not to be filthy but somehow beautiful as we just simply enjoyed each other by mutual consent. ‘Let me hear him, Alex?’ came the question one evening as we were so deep into each others fantasies, me telling her my secret imaginings about being submerged underneath her skirt, sniffing and. Holy fuck, I was about to cum just from her touching it. Finally she slapped it lightly and told me to cage up.I went to the bedroom to start to put the cage on but after a minute they followed me right in. It was obviously planned haha, she bent over the bed with her ass up and he came in behind her and started fucking her and she screamed. She kept telling me 'cage on, cage on' (she knows it's hard for me to get on when I'm hard) and I was really struggling with it. She told me no handjobs. Pleasure rippled through me. My cunt squeezed down on my digits. My body shuddered. I groaned around his thick dick. It filled my mouth. It was such a wild thing to enjoy.He growled. His cock throbbed in my mouth. I sucked on him, his precum spilling over my tongue. That flavor grew saltier and saltier. He growled, his face twisting with pleasure.“Fuck, yes!” he growled. His cock erupted in my mouth. “Swallow every drop, you married slut!”I gulped down the tattoo artist’s jizz. I trembled, my.