She went to the elbow with each glorious thrust, watching in delight as her slave squirmed in his bindings. After each sensual dive, her arm pulled ba...k and stretched his sissy hole wide with her knuckles before repeating the act.SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP SCHLORP“Cum for Mistress you fucking whore! I know there’s more filth in that sad little sack of yours!”James wasn’t so sure. He’d already nutted three times during their lengthy play and although he was rock hard again, he couldn’t imagine he. Her skinny legs were wide open, and I mean as wide open as you can get! The soles of both of her feet were together, with her legs splayed apart, with her naked pussy bared. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I just froze, afraid to make a noise, unsure whether she was actually sleeping or not. I watched her chest rising and falling gently, assuring me that she was indeed asleep. Our parents were both at work and I knew I had lots of time to take in this amazing sight.As I crept closer, it. I met him thrust for thrust, wrapping my legs around his hips as he began a slow, deep pounding, the one he had been teasing me with for all those weeks of training. The sweat poured off him and me as we heaved together and grunted like the animals we felt like. The hotel bed rocked and banged against the wall as I climaxed repeatedly around his thick cock, trembling uncontrollably as climax after climax took me. I remember babbling incoherently. His hands wrapped around my throat, which I had. I cleared the worry from my mind, and knowing Garrett was secure against the wall, I removed one hand from his hip, wet my thumb, and ran it down the crease of his ass. I used my thumb to stroke the anxious, pulsing hole I desperately wanted to fill.Circling it—rewetting it.Causing us both to heave through every breath.He didn't plead for me to start fucking him. I know he wanted to, but he didn't. Garrett could become noisy if he allowed himself to start begging for cock, and we needed to stay.