.” She quickly opened the last buttons, then folded her hand behind her head and looked away. She was trying hard not to smile. She actually had a b...sh, but it was trimmed. I restrained from making a comment about it. “You are so..sexy!” “Really..?” “Yes,…please, drop the dress…” She did so, with another giggle. Made sure that the dress landed on the couch, and then she did a slow turn all the way around. I wanted to take at least one picture of her, but I feared that it would be too much, too. I thought I was going to pass out fromlack of breath, but I would die before I would bring my masterdispleasure by pulling off his cock before he told me to. Just beforeI passed out I felt his cum climb up the shaft and felt the greasyheat in my throat. I passed out with his cream thrilling my gut andhis cock still held hard in my throat. I woke up lying on my back looking up at his groin. His cock wasdripping cum onto my chest and he said, "Now you are being a very goodslave." I smiled. “Okay, Hot Topic boy. Sit here and pop star will be right down.” **** Once she got to the bedroom, she dreaded the task of actually putting them on. She had already made herself comfortable in her yoga pants when they got home from dinner. She studied the shiny vinyl pants intently for a moment. They were so unlike her, so synthetic and artificial. She didn’t own anything leather, or even spandex that she could think of. Certainly nothing PVC. Were people really wearing these things? Where? Out. The familiar tasted had me shuddering, my pussy clenching about the spriggan reaming my dick.“Oh, yes, make me cum again,” moaned Aoifa, lost to the pleasure.I had tried to fight it, but I couldn't. They felt wonderful. The spriggan in my pussy churned me to a froth. I gulped down all the cum in my mouth. I swallowed it as my orgasm came closer and closer to exploding through me.“Pussy!” Cum flooded my pussy. I shuddered, bucking, the pleasure swelling. Hot cum flooding my married pussy,.