For me the real a****l sex is not a fantasy, I really know what it is, I've always been super soft and not 'forcer' with them, today I miss it and thi... site will maybe allow me to find a solution so that I can again give pleasure to a****ls and to myself.Well the following is nothing very exceptional (whatever!) For 4 years I enjoyed the joys of relationships with the bitch of the farm, still in the cabin in the woods behind my house; but I specify that it was only during his heat because you. ”“Lucas, it is not the slaves who are the most dangerous,” Cory spoke softly. If it was one thing Lucas didn’t know about was how he had laid so many hours on his suffering bed, thinking.“Antoine,” Lucas hissed.“Not even him,” Cory grimaced and closed his eyes tightly. “He did not do it because he hated me. Or, better said, not only because of that. They said something ... something strange. I remember well how he wavered when I tried to reach him. It was one split second, but it was like, if. I teased her more by moving the feather on her pussy which was the ultimate climax. This made her hold me tight as I moved the feather slowly on her pussy.I don’t remember the last time I saw a woman cum so much as the feather faced the wrath of her cum making it sticky. My fingers took care of her wet pussy as I massaged her thighs and fingered and massaged her pussy which made her shiver. Never once did she want this to stop.It was time for a nice back massage. I rubbed her back and gave her. She was so hot, she caressed her clitoris in a haze. She opened her eyes and Tom was kneeling between her thighs. His hand reached out and began to stroke the velvety lips of her vulva. As her ardour rose, fingers slipped inside her vagina and began to pump in and out. Yes beloved, she thought, yes. In minutes she felt the climax rise through her. He pulled her to his knee and began to caress her breasts. His touch was irresistible. Her nipples were as stiff as little stones and as sensitive.