It’s not elegant. But it doesn’t need to be. This is for him. Her noises: louder. Less coherent. Her movements, such as her shitty-but-effective s...raight-rope-mess will permit her- more wriggly.Why does her brain want to get away from this source of undoubted pleasure, albeit inflicted as opposed to nurtured onto her? As much as the pain from his open, rapid, palm? Maybe more so.As if on cue, he utters:‘Don’t you fucking dare.’‘Don’t you fucking dare, you ingrate. You fucking ungrateful. ?MMmm!? I tried to kick but I was shoved to the floor and sat on. ?No!? My hair was grabbed at the back of my head as it was pulled back and then shoved hard onto the floor of the van. ?Ow!? It hurt. ?Shut up or it’ll be harder next time,? a deep voice warned angrily. ?Please don’t hurt me,? I gasped. His weight crushed me in the middle. My arms were pulled behind me and cuffed together. I moaned. ?No, please.? Something was. He takes his time washing all the dirt off his body, but when he gets to his cock, he spreads his legs and rubs the cloth over his shaft. Oh, that feels so good.The soft soapy cloth against his cock gets him quickly hard. Tim takes the fabric and wraps it around his balls, pulling it back and forth tightly. The feeling is arousing as he feels his balls fill with semen. As he continues this for a few more minutes, he can feel his sperm moving up his shaft, getting his prick harder and. But as a mere male, who am I to argue?After several weeks of jogging and gym workouts she didn't seem to be getting anywhere. A friend had recommended some slimming pills which she got on the day we were going out to dinner for our 5th wedding anniversary. It was only later that I found out she hadn't read the instructions correctly. It said that on no account should alcohol be consumed within 24 hours of taking a pill.She took a pill just before we left home. We had a lovely dinner and the.