She wondered if she could recreate the scene from that night. Wouldn't that put a smile on Mark's face when he got home? She looked at the cuffs and t...e bathroom door. Surely she could figure out how to do this.Looping the cuffs over the door first was not the answer; there was no one to insert the vibrator into her. She slowly slid the handcuffs off the door. She gave the vibrator one last switch off and switch on. Nothing. She eased the vibrator deeply within her until her cunt muscles. I turned around and saw my wife walking across the deck carrying two more beers. She was wearing a bikini with a beach cover-up over it. The cover-up is extremely short and with each step her dark tanned thighs where visible. She handed the cold ones to us and took a seat facing Tommy. As she sat down she crossed her legs giving both of us a full view of her beautiful thigh. My wife is five foot four and one hundred pounds even. Her best assets are her perfect legs, and her thirty four B cup. The eighteen year old Princess Alicia of a well-known European monarchy was in that category and it was becoming increasingly stressful for her to do simple things like her studies or learning domestic skills without the calming effect of receiving a qualified cock into her royal cunt during periods of physical need. The physical need for penetration was so strong that she had considered using inanimate objects of the sort that common women used to satisfy their cravings to actually push inside. " was all Harley could respond. Quinn smacked her ass again to get her attention. "I asked you a question, Babygirl." "Yes Sir!" she responded. "That's my good girl."His hand slid down her ass cheek to her awaiting pussy. He slid a finger into her pussy, teasing her. Then two. Harley moaned as Quinn finger fucked her slowly. This is torture, she thought.Outside it had begun to storm. He stopped, and inserted his massive cock inside her. Back and forth, slowly at first then harder and faster..