If I wasn't to eager to fuck her I would secure her handsto the headboard, but I'm too anxious to fuck her pussy. I kiss her long and deep while I lay...on top of her. Her hips still tryingto get my hard cock inside her. I lean down and flick my tongue over her nipples.She moans at this, her breasts still very sensitive from the tight bondagethey are in as well as the recent beating they have taken. I work my tongueover the other nipple and then begging to lightly suck and nibble on each tit.She. "you'll have the radio on." They both snickered. "I know, I know! It's an old joke, but i just couldn't pass up a straight line like that. See you kiddo. Give me a call later and let me know how it went," he shot back over his shoulder as he exited.Denise turned to the photographer she had just met. Like Bentley, Josh Sharpton was not at all what she was expecting. Perhaps a dozen years Bentley's senior, his tall, lanky frame and neatly trimmed mustache emitted a fatherly aura putting Denise at. I was very sympathetic which made us closer.All this started when after a couple of months of talking I got a message from her and we were talking. I told her I just got back from the gym and I got a peculiar msg which I saw as my chance.Arti: ahaan. Working out mr. Hot bod. *wink*Me: haha. Not as hot as you, though.Her: what? No, I look like a motu aunty. :pMe : who said that? You are the hottest ever.Her: haha. You work out. I saw your fitness.Me: you are welcome anytime to see this hot bod. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as he penetrated my dry pussy, inch by inch. Despite myself, I felt my cunt slowly growing wetter as he tried to fit his length into me. Thats it, baby girl. Get wet for me, I could hear him chuckling behind his mask. I whimpered pathetically as this vile man kept trying to fit the last few inches inside. We both knew I was too tight and he was too large. Sighing in defeat, he slowly pulled back until just the tip was in. He replaced his hand over my mouth and.