This one time we were a bit drunk, and just finished a nice meal out. I’m feeling good, Steve is treating me nice, because he is a charming bastard ...hen he wants to be, and we are back at his apartment necking on his couch before he carries me to the bedroom as I shed clothes everywhere. Which turned out to be a smart move.I’m ripping off his shirt and undoing his jeans, damn he had a lovely cock, not too big, not too small, just hitting the spot. He has his cock in my mouth, god he tasted good. Meine andere Hand lasse ich langsam über ihren Schenkel gleiten. Sie schließt kurz die Augen. Ich lasse meine Hand zwischen ihre Schenkel gleiten. Sanft gleiten meine Finger über ihre Naht an der Hose zwischen den Beinen. Unglaublich, leicht öffnet sie ihre Schenkel.MMh, wie geil das ist. Sie atmet tiefer, heftiger. Ich massiere jetzt ihre Scham mit meiner Hand. Ganz langsam. Sehe sie dabei an und erhöhe etwas den Druck. Will ihre Spalte spüren, vielleicht ihre erregte Knospe durch die Hose. He got a strong grip on my hair and pulled me back over to the table and pushed me onto it. He came up by my head and I saw that he had already dropped his pants, revealing a sturdy eight inch cock that was desperate for attention. Without a word, he pushed it past my lips and started thrusting. I couldn’t breathe and couldn’t stop gagging. He slowed down a little and I could taste him precum. He released his grip on my hair and backed off. I was gasping for air. Like a savage, he tore off my. II.Vanessa awoke by her own, just to find her bound a sawhorse-like construction, another one of the countless devices designed for woman-torture. The top beam she laid along took her whole weight and pressed terribly against her sternum and belly, but didn?t support her genitals.So her tortured pussy and cooked arse were defencelessly presented. Her unnaturally wide spread legs, cruelly wire-bound to the horse legs like her arms, intensified her vulnerability.The ruined gag was gone, so were.