From corner to corner, it is all dark. The lights are really there and even burning bright and radiantly, but then they are far away and spaced widely... flickering with a faint, dim- like white yellowish beam that seems to be only lighting up the passages themselves. Jace Dicking, my lovely and calm husband, is sitting right here before my very watchful face and eyes, sagging his head so low to the extent and reality that I do not even know if he is really dozing or maybe he is just merely. “Are you good?” she asked me through her heavy breathing.“I’m fine. Are you good?” I answered.“Yeah.”As strange as it may sound, I felt like we hadn’t crossed the line at this stage. I could taste Nel’s pussy through her panties but still, this felt somehow innocent. I knew it wasn’t. But I was aware that we were seconds away from erasing that line.I was rubbing Nel’s ass and my thumbs were towards her thighs and my fingers were stretched along her ass cheeks. I continued to work my thumbs. Now."I wasn't able to speak any more then. I pressed myself back against his fingers, welcoming a little more pressure, a little more invasion. I got it. He pressed the tip of one finger more precisely, spread the pucker just a little, and I screamed as I orgasmed, my thighs clenching hard around his, my ass doing its best to crush his invading finger.As soon as I regained some control over my muscles I wrapped my arms behind his back, and pulled his solid muscles towards me again. It was a. Saliva began to escape her trembling lips past the ball gag and cascade slowly down her chin. Placing his right hand once again on her ass, he massaged it firmly and slowly. He then reached around with his left hand and began to m***** her tits. Her nipples began to harden as he worked his fingers through the thin fabric of her dress...she wasn't wearing a bra, the slut! The fingers of his right hand ascended upwards between her knees, slowly inching their way up between her thighs, squeezing.