He stood over her, only inches from her. His large hands went to his pants and he opened them until his cock popped free. It was long and thick, his h...nd holding it out in front of him. In his other hand was the black knife; the blade was shiny and pointed. She didn’t have to be told; Raylee opened her mouth before he brought his cock down to it, the fresh wound on her neck a reminder of disobedience. She had to bend her neck back until it hurt, but she did it as the hot flesh of his cock. I got ready to leave, there was only 3 days gap between the walk-in date, unfortunately I was unable to get an reserved ticket as it was waiting list 82, first I thought of travelling in unreserved, but again realised that I didn’t have enough time or leave to apply, and money was also a problem.I need to plan it such way that it should not more than a day. So I decided to travel in AC bus, but the ticket was so high, luckily the waiting list in AC3 was only 12, so I quickly booked the ticket. Rien que d'y penser, et hop, cela inonde ma culotte d'un délicieux nectar ... C'est un moyen pour moi d'avoir un rapport aux hommes basé sur le fantasme, l'érotisme : de votre côté je vous imagine déjà en train d'ouvrir l'enveloppe avec ma petite culotte, de la regarder, de la toucher, de la renifler, de la lécher, .... ma toute petite culotte. Elle comporte des odeurs savoureuses, des petites traces coquines. Les hommes ne peuvent l'ignorer quand ils savent que mes fesses ou mon sexe ont. That memory couldn’t stop my hands continue their caressing, flitting from tit to tit, from nipple to nipple. Squeezing, pinching, twisting.Looking down I watched my fingers slipping under the elastic top of my black panties. The color of material contrasted with the white of my tummy and thighs, so striking and erotic. Oh, I loved that feeling as my hand went down my panties. The only other hand that dared to move beyond that elastic was Kate's. I remembered how her pink nail varnish was.