Betty walked towards Sophie, who was being gripped even tighter now by Taylor. She unsnapped the buckle on her jeans, and pulled them down to he... ankles. Then she grabbed the blue satin panties that Sophie was wearing, and yanked them down as well. Tears of embarrassment welled up in Sophie's eyes. Here she was standing in her cabin, held tightly, forced to expose her pussy to all the other girls, and about to be taken over Betty's knee for a spanking with a. If someone were to come in through that door at that very moment they wouldn’t have seen the prim and proper and elegant bride I was expected to be. Instead they would have seen a lustful, wanton, erotic woman thrashing in orgasm beneath the body of the man capable of making her feel a slut and love every fucking second of it. The man that makes me tremble with the very need for him. He gave me another three orgasms before he finally unloaded his thick load inside of me, coating my pussy walls. ) ‘How do you want me?’ ‘Doggy?’ As the camera flashes, she falls to her knees and spreads herself. Michael is behind her, cock in hand. He removes the condom and replaces it with a new one. ‘Better now than finding it slipping once we get started,’ he says with a grin. Flash! This shot shows the sheath distended by hard flesh. I have to confess that my own uncertainty about how I would feel while watching my wife being serviced by another man had all but disappeared. Taking advantage of a. "But yes, Mistress Lena. I was made a genie by the goddess. And I see now that immortality is more of a curse than anything, but... such is life, I suppose." He shrugged, conjuring a glass of dark brown soda out of thin air and handing it to Lena. "Whoa! Um... thank you...." she mumbled, attempting to gain her composure. She took a sip and realized it was Pepsi. "Hey, how'd you know I-" she began, before catching the bemused look in her companion's eyes. "Right. Genie. That's... gonna' take.