Her fingers had found what they were searching for, the tubular spermatic cords connecting his testes to the roof of his scrotal sac. She used her ski...ls as a doctor, pressing her fingers inward and upward until the delicate ducts were lying pressed against the pads of her fingertips. With this intimate connection to Alvaro's sex organ, Megan had superb feedback on the state of his arousal and could guide him wherever she wished.More laps on the penis head, wetter this time, and then her lips. Who is that guy and what is he planning for us?Kurt had taken Pattie into the former tack room of the now unused portionof the barn. As he undid Pattie's hogtie rope and helped her stand shestood unsteadily due to the still present ropes on her ankles. Kurt tookadvantage of her circumstances to slip a rope noose around her neck andwith a strong hand cinched and then raised it. Pattie was forced to liftherself partially off the floor to keep from choking.His victim now secure, Kurt left the. Somehow, I made it to the booth where my colleagues were sitting with a half empty glass of what certainly wasn’t Shiraz. The other half had been spilt over my ripped jeans as I navigated my way through the crowd. Pretty sure that they were ruined.Fast-forward an hour and the last of my colleagues wished me a good evening. As I was ordering an Uber, a female voice asked if she and her boyfriend could sit down. I looked up from my phone and saw a striking young couple, most likely tourists,. I order you too hold up your end of the bargain and maybe that would get my shorts off. You pout but you have confidence that your pretty pussy will be enticing enough. You look at my hard dick bulging in the shorts and you peel off your shorts thinking about all the times we've checked each other out.Just like I figured from the print in those shorts, you’re not wearing a single thread of underwear. Your ass looks even better naked too, as you slightly bend over I check out that phat pussy.