She tries to struggle but only manages to rock her body slightly, the caterpillar suddenly lunges forward and its spikes dig in, Sabine feels her brea...ts convulse and a wave of pleasure sweeps over her immediately making her moan, as it settles each end on her breasts the hooks sink in deep and she feels the flesh around them pulse harder with pleasure, Sabine knows the creature is pumping something into her to cause these feelings but can’t stop it. As the spikes contact her nipples she feels. I felt awkward, at a loss for words.“We’re going to have sex afterwards … right?” My wife said, looking from me to my friend, then back at me again. “I mean … we always have sex after soaking in the hot tub.”I coughed. I was stunned. Blown-away. I stared at her in amazement. We didn’t ALWAYS have sex after soaking in the hot tub. Often we did, but not always. And we rarely had sex with a friend after soaking in the hot tub. Sometimes we did, but it was not all that often. But we never EVER had. Another hour passed, and i could tell she was drunk. I carried her to my room, even though she protested, and layed her down on my bed. I waited a while just thinking of things to do with this hot ass on my bed. She started gaining conciousness a little bit after a while, and was well aware she was about to be raped and their was nothing she could do. I took off my pants and shirt, and let my dick hang loose to tease Lauren a little. Then, I went over to her and straddled her and said, Suck. She held on to the bed as he grabbed her hips and fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked before, and her pussy was so tight around his shaft that she thought he might tear her in his savage onslaught. Her postcoital delirium was shattered by the new wave of orgasm that tore through her and she screamed long and loud as his shaft bottomed out again and again. The bulging veins that ran along his dick sent a thrill through her pussy lips every time he slipped past them like a freight.