Her tits are indescribably gorgeous and she enjoys showing off as much cleavage as she possibly can. I picked her outfit for the night, short denim sk...rt, black knee- high boots and a ridiculously skimpy black halter neck top. I knew her tits would be bouncing around in this without the support of a bra and I also suggested that she wore nothing under her skirt too but this made her a bit uncomfortable so we compromised on a sheer black g-string which, in all honesty, did little to hide. She is quite the squirter as well. The feeling of being stuffed to the brim is the best thing she has ever felt. She has literally gallons of cum gushing out of her mouth, and around her pussy. Arya kept thrusting and cumming into Luna, but Carl, still cumming, moved his cock from Aryas mouth and placed it into Lunas mouth which was wide open in silent ecstasy, effectively stoppering her up. But only for one second. She fulled up so fast, that if not for his unnatural strength and grip in Lunas. The dildo arrived in the post the previous morning, along with a brief note from me instructing you in its use and a first class ticket to Paris. You felt slightly odd inserting it before you left, the intial coldness of the lubricant and the latex followed by a feeling of being almost uncomfortably full in the wrong place. You weren't sure it was particularly stimulating in itself, but the idea of wearing it out in public, walking through the airport, through security, knowing that it was. A slut. A whore. As I exulted in the liberty I felt, I heard her move around behind me, not expecting the pain that I felt as she grabbed me by the hair and dragged me across the room. “You are a presumptuous little harlot,” she panted accusingly as she sat on my bed. “But you have satisfied me so I will be lenient in my punishment of you.” She positioned me across her knee and shoved my legs apart. I became wetter at the thought that she was going to spank me, which I felt to be a bizarre.