Her fingers seemed to glide effortlessly over the bulky fabric but it got hung up and seemed to bunch it up on the very place that she wished to rub. ...But the feeling was so intense and it felt so good that she just couldn’t take her hand away.The itch became stronger in her groin as she broke her outstretched leg at the knee and drew it up on the sheet that she was lying on, she received a new and thrilling sensation. Her pajama bottoms were made from the same fabric as the top but were just. I knew in that moment that he loved me, that he was mine and always would be. He was terrified of any feelings other than anger and rage and his greatest need was to own and control me. Pulling me from the table he threw me to the floor, panting above me, his cock still raging hard and dripping. I could feel my face swelling, I could barely see from my right eye and everything I could see from that eye was tinged in red. We stared at each other, chests heaving, both of us surprised and. When we got together with the others I was surprised about the way some other women “dressed up”! A few were wearing literally only sexy lingerie,, others miniskirts with clearly no panties, see through blouses showing the nipples… wow, what kind of place is this? Before I had the chance to say anything to my boyfriend a Spanish couple brought us two glasses of Cava. Welome to La Macarena, they said and raised the glasses. I saw how my boyfriend looked at the young lady - she looked beautiful. After sticking her thumb in Miss K's navel, she ran her fingers just under the waist of her partner's jeans, moving them around to her ass. She sat up on her side a bit and squeezed the big, round ass, surprised at what was back there. "You have one of those Black girl butts like I see on TV. Cool." Thanks," Miss K responded, letting out a bit of a laugh. "I am a Black girl, after all."The white girl pulled her hands out of Miss K's jeans, then ran a hand up and down her friend's legs, feeling.