I sat speechless as she straddled my legs and began to lower her butt. I grabbed her hips as she backed her butt up against my penis and began to slow...y rub against it. I moaned my approval and she slid a little higher. Then my penis slipped between her legs and rubbed up against her pussy. I could feel how damp and hot she was. I wrapped my hands around her stomach and felt her breasts. Her boobs were so soft and her nipples jutted into my hand. I tweaked her nipples while she rubbed her pussy. ”We were about two-thirds of the way done when we stopped for lunch. After wolfing down some sandwiches in the kitchen, we laid a blanket down on the fresh-mowed grass next to the deck. There were a few bushes that cut that area off from the rest of the lawn, so it was like being in a room with no ceiling. It was a really romantic setting and holly and I lay on the blanket kissing and stroking each other.I know that is very vanilla, but just because we are both pain sluts doesn’t mean that we. Her apartment was lavishly decorated, with many beautiful artworks exhibited, to augment the obviously very expensive articles of furniture. She always dressed elegantly, in very stylish and expensive clothes, although she rarely left her apartment, or entertained visitors. Her only visitor seemed to be her German ex-husband, with whom she maintained a friendly and supportive relationship, and who visited her several times a year.She loved classical music, and was an avid reader. I had been. So now here she was. In his loft, half naked on her knees. Fuck what a day. He pulled her down over the cushioned ottoman, and brought the leash back underneath it, tying her knees to the stool’s legs. She had thought about it, all night, and decided to call the guy and tell him no, thanks. But he was a nice guy, and she had enjoyed the sex, maybe ask him out to lunch? And then she had rummaged in her closet and found the white corset she’d worn to her friend’s wedding and put it on with the.