Things like what looked like a giant wooden "X" with cuffs bolted to it, and benches padded with leather, studded with steel rings and leather cuffs,...a bed inside some kind of a steel cage. One wall was covered with pegs and held what her mind could only describe as Torquemada's toy collection: whips, leather things with thick handles and dozens of falls; riding crops; chains; ropes; steel tings that looked like they were designed to hitch horses to; a glass-enclosed case filled with medical. I continued until I had three fingers working my ass and the big cucumber just sitting deep in my pussy, with my other hand working my clit. The brunette was really getting into her ass fucking by this point while that blonde ate her pussy from the underside. It looked so good."I started working the cucumber in and out of my pussy to really get it lubed up. When I was satisfied, I pulled it out of my pussy and moved it down that last inch to the entrance to my asshole. By this point I was so. Longed for a new lover, to supplement her toys and fingers. To kiss, lick, pound, taste, fill, fill with cum, fill with Big Black Cock. A picture tells 1,000 words right? Well those words tell stories. Stories of pain, pleasure, desire, hurt, lust, excitement. Who could possibly read this and not want to know what that pussy smells like? What that pussy taste like? What that pussy sounds like when it gets fucked? When it gets licked? When it cums? When it cums? When it cums? I asked if she was. ....."HARDER !!!",...................."FASTERRRRR !!!!". Clutching the duvet, twitching her legs, moving her arse around, I had the devil's own job to stay in the saddle as I rode her. My tempo picked up and I really started hammering it into Gina up to the hilt. I thought I was mating with a she devil, "SCREW MEEE,...........FUCK MEEE,.........DEEEEPEERRR,...HARRDERRR !!!,..BUGGER MEEEE !!!!". By now Gina was crying out loud or whimpering and I was almost there. I could feel the familiar itch.