“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.“No,” she breathed.My hands moved down the sides of her body and into her shorts. I traced the smooth outlin... of her ass then the outside of her legs. My hands then moved back upwards, this time on the inside, momentarily brushing up against her pubis. She exhaled deeply. My hands went down again and I felt the smooth, hairless mons, then the soft folds of her labial lips. I pushed my index finger down on her clitoris, causing her to gasp as she turned around. I stroked her hair and back. I eased her up against a tree. My fingers tangled in her hair. I pulled her head back and kissed her throat. She groaned as I nibbled at her pulse point. Her hands clutched my back. I felt her nails press into my shirt. As I kissed the hollow at the base of her throat, I undid the top buttons of her blouse. She gasped as I cupped her breast. I felt her nipple spring against her bra and my palm. With my free hand, I continued to unbutton her blouse. The blood-red. Nick says Tracy initially held back, even throwing out her middle finger to his face, but then took up the challenge with real gusto, as though with something to prove. Thing was Tracy was wearing jeans, not a dress. As she stepped forward she had to take it all off, and Nick noted that when Sid scooted forward to help in pulling her pants off, Tracy pushed him off and threw her pants in his face. Following the mood of the small crowd, Tracy reportedly arranged herself above the bottle, naked. She gripped his cock with her inner muscles, her only job to please her Master. Not even her pleasure was paramount. He felt her muscles nibbling on his cock like tiny a****ls, taking her with the full measure of his cock, the tight bondage leaving her to take the punishing strokes with no reprieve. He rubbed his gloved hand under her bare buttocks, the tacks scr****g deep red trenches in the clenching flesh, but it only added to his pleasure as her muscles curled around his cock in painful.