Trapped underneath him, I lay exposed, and totally defenseless. He held the tip of his prick between my pussy lips. "Just let me rub it against you fo... a minute! " he replied in a husky voice, "I won't put it in! I just want to feel you! Please!" I was too shocked to protest. "Oh my goodness!! I thought, "This has gone too far!"Nicky still held his throbbing cock aimed right at my pink open pussy, and my body shuddered each time he touched me there. Maybe I could let him rub himself against me. ‘No more, you fucking witch, bitch, or whatever you are — I have to shoot my wad.’ The audience cheered and whistled. ‘Tit-fuck, tit-fuck!’ they yelled in encouragement. ‘You hear what they want, my young coxswain?’ squealed Tink. ‘They want the same thing I do, and I want a hot load of gooey stud-spunk all over my pixie titties.’ That said, she got right down to business. Squeezing her huge tits together on either side of Harry’s helpless prick, the pixie pumped her double D knockers up and. All that he required was a lonely woman who thought she was a submissive and was brave, or stupid enough, to tell a complete stranger her home address. Joan had been the perfect example. He'd found her in a BDSM chat room, acting very much the submissive, complete with capital S's for sir and lower case J's for her own name. Typical of her type, she was very quick to enter a private conversation with Gerald whom, in the beginning, seemed very gentlemanly, almost to the point of seeming too. All pants looked hot on her, and her shorts were so much shorter and tighter than rules of decency allow for a mature widow. They did not even cover the lower part of her amazing butt cheeks, surely a provocation to grab this bubbling meat.After arriving in the kitchen, she said, “How about a lemonade? It made you horny last time.” I only grinned at her and could not resist anymore the urge to grab those beautiful cheeks bursting out from below her pants. She forgot the lemonade and pushed her.