Helen could take it no longer, jumping forward with a shriek when I blew directly onto her clit. She must’ve been throbbing –if the wetness of her...thighs was anything to go by. She staggered away, falling back on the bed in front of me with a contented smile. Her legs lifted onto the bed, spreading wide for me while she pulled aside her bodysuit once more. The sight of her raw and dripping cunt was not diminished by the distance. I still felt the hunger burning within me. Her lips were soon. You're a poor starving grad student, remember?" Don't remind me. Actually, I'd be happy to pay for good food if I knew where it was and if I had someone to go with." So ask someone." Not that simple. My department is overwhelmingly male." So take a friend." If I had any," I said.Allen just looked at me, slowly shaking his head."Okay, I know that's pathetic," I said. "I need to stop whining." Damn right!"I took a swig of beer and didn't reply. There was some commotion by the door to the house.. She smirked as her eyes smiled at being told what to do. She sat on the soft bed that was covered with a thick canvas, and reveled in the stiff, rough fabric. He circled the bed, their eyes locked in challenge and desire. He took a bowl of blackberries—her favorite—set them next to her, and climbed on the bed until he was facing her, her eyes observing him like a feral cat is Argus-eyed. She was obedient, but he knew she was a wild woman caged, tired of being forced to be docile. Wild but. Now fully tightened to the spit, Stacey could feel the pole being released from the machine. She was scared but now also very aroused. Just as Jessica had found when she had her ride on the spit, Stacey soon found that there was just enough movement available to her that would allow her to use the spit as a giant metel dildo. Slowly she began fucking herself on it while the guys carried her over to the fire pit. She could see the Y frame of the spit base waiting to lick her body with the.