What a different feeling. Her soft hands and hard nails made such a contrast and she knew exactly how to touch me….sweetly, gently. I was beginning ...o relax with the entire experience and I looked over and saw Steve staring at me with a half smile, half tongue hanging out of his mouth and his eyes were fixated directly on me. This seemed to turn me on even more and I slowly opened my legs and relaxed them. I took a big drag of my cigarette and as I exhaled I gave Steve the naughtiest smile I. She felt marvelously filled and stuffed with dog cock as the Dane wrapped his big forepaws around her torso."OHHHH!" Kathy moaned as the animal hunched and humped with increasing frenzy. Kathy was fascinated with her own reaction to the animal fucking. She loved the feeling of the Dane's muscular belly slamming against her back, threatening to push her down to the wooden floor. His balls jounced and jangled against the top junction of her fat, slippery cunt lips."Oh, yessss, baby! Fuck meee!. “No!” I reply. I will not take this. I want you to suffer, to feel some of the pain that has been ravaging me. Why am I suffering? Because the pain that tortures me is rather a lack of pain. I fondly, achingly remember those nights when we’d drive to your family’s lakehouse, and then you would spank me so hard that my screams and moans echoed through the night. After you pin me, you pick me up, like I am a feather, even though I’m about as tall as you and am still wearing those boots. I. Or....yes, that was it, play it pizacatto to start, then a glissando to something more adagio, yes, that might work.__________________Ayla dared not look away, though its gaze made her feel more naked than the absence of clothes ever had. She watched for what seemed many long minutes, her arms aching, till, to her surprise, the creature slowly lowered her back to where she had been. Then she felt, rather than heard, a sound - something just out of the range of her hearing, but she knew it was.