Ooooh, I love the way you do that to me! We develop a rhythm and grind together passionately. Deep within me, I feel you swell even more than before! ... move my legs around your waist in an effort to pull you closer and deeper. Time has little meaning, if any. We gasp heavily, almost as if possessed. My utterances aren’t words, but sounds of ecstacy. As I grind my cunt up into your groin, you bite my neck. Your balls are burning with the desire to shoot forth your delicious come. I can feel them. Put your manhood all the way in and fill me up!” I entered her to the hilt slowly. Her muscles contracted and she quivered as I slowly pushed my cock in and out of her. She pulled me harder to me with her long arms and her hips were churning under my hips. I pushed hard against her clit so it was being given as much attention as her vaginal walls. With each thrust, the head of my cock was exploring deep within her sex. My cock felt so big and I knew I was reaching the most sensitive parts. We. I'll spend the festival alone." I panic.Before my train of though finish I notice she's standing over me. "Hey, are you going to the festival too? I'm Jenny by the way. We'd like a man we know so we don't get harassed at the camping area. Why don't you sit next to us and we can plan where we'll raise our tents together", she smirks. "Yeah..." is all I'm able to respond with."Seems like you already raised your tent, hihihi", she looks at my groin. SHE KNOWS. "I'll give you a minute to calm down. ”Loving being submissive, Angela looked at the spanking machine and already had flutters flying around her vagina. She had fantasised for so long about being spanked but had never found anyone to deal with her. Then she saw Miss Strictwell advertised. A spanking paddling caning machine with an interactive interface that could be set so she was scolded first before being disciplined. Angela enjoyed being told off as she pictured one of her old teachers at sixth form college, Miss Johnson, who.