She was wearing a green saree with a matching sleeveless blouse. She has a peculiar way of wearing a saree. She wraps it around her body such that eac... and every curve of her body can be marked distinctly. She was wearing the saree much below her navel. Her fair skin was all peeking out from beneath the saree – her creamy arms, her waist and one could clearly identify her deep navel from a distance itself. She carelessly raises her arms frequently exposing her armpits and spreading her. .. but we’d like to add a little more spice to his humiliation in your taking ownership of him ... we have a little task for you, one that’ll allow you to promenade your ‘revitalisation’ to certain people...” Miranda smiled, looking a little puzzled at what that entailed, but up for anything that would lead her to achieving dominant ownership of Baker. Rosa’s mischievous grin matched that of the others as she elaborated on the idea discussed.“ ... it’ll be proof to yourself of your own. Just as she placed her wet socks beside her jeans, she heard the sound of piano music lilting along the corridor. She raised her eyebrows in appreciation and paused, savouring the romantic melody. Her head swayed with the phrasing and she found herself stepping lightly through the house in search of the source.She paused at the doorway to the lounge and watched as Emma looked out of the window, her body swaying as she sat at the piano, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the keys as she. I wanted to cum so badly, but I focused on squeezing his cock as it pounded my ass. He pushed me lower until I was almost bent completely over, my ass becoming a tool for his pleasure. He slapped my ass hard and I bucked against him as the slap reignited the sting in my ass cheeks. The pleasure of his ass-fucking and the pain of his slapping hand and the spreader bar holding my legs open mixed in a balance that drove my hips back to meet his cock and hand. I longed to feel his cock spasming.