We finish painting Anna's tits and then watch her pummel each of her nipples with 69 paintballs, telling her tits that she can't wait to feel them roa...ting. When she finishes, Tom releases her from the wall and leads her to a padded table beside it, telling her to lie down and spread her legs wide open. Anna quickly does as instructed, begging us to really make her pussy suffer. I help strap her ankles to the bottom corners of the table, and then help Tom shove thin pieces of wood against. I groggily reached over pressing all over the bedside cabinet before finally tapping it out. I lied back looking down to the feeling of my morning wood standing to attention, making a tent in my sheets. I pulled them of as I drowsily rose out of bed. Fumbling around the room, I gathered my gym clothes and began putting them on, sliding my shirt past my abs and concealing my 7inch dick in my shorts. I grabbed my gym bag and headed out, even before my erection subsided. This was my normal routine. But I love the sight of your puckered ass, so much so that I am compelled to touch it with my thumb, making you jump in surprise. But then you groan loudly and push back against my touch, urging me onward. Cock buried deep in your pussy, I pause and reach for some lube and apply it to my fingers. Then I finger-paint along the rim of your ass before resuming my thrusts into your pussy. The sensation coupled with the idea of me touching your ass drives you wild. With each thrust you push back. She was still wearing the long, maroon – coloured Victorian dress she wore for the play. Her long, black hair had been let loose from the confines of the intricate looping and twisting it was subjected to during the play, and now hung loosely down her back. The make-up she had to wear made her eyes look dark and mysterious, as if she had a secret to hide. Ben loved watching her walk, he movements were casual, languid, fluid. She walked with an elegant, easy grace that attracted him to her like.