The trickle of wetness dribbling down to pool in my clenched anal star before meandering purposefully between the valley of my squashed buttocks. Clin...ing fabric absorbing each escaping particle, drawing them into its weaved net, claiming them. The heat scalding at my skin, coating it, turning it slick and slippery. Rivulets forming in every crease of flesh.Whimpers have become soft pants before we move on once more. Tension resumes. Panties clinging to the petals of my sex like greaseproof. I listened to him, put on my highest heels and stood in front of the big mirror and watched myself. I had to agree I was looking sexy with only the nylons and garter belt. My boobs where still firm and my dark nipples pointed in the right direction. My bald pussy was not covered by panties and guess open air is what she prefers and probably what the men out there prefer. Nevertheless I wanted to wear the other accessories as well, would also be more classy: my bustier with half cups: I could. I took hold of thehem, tugging it down a little then smoothed out the front. If I say somyself, ignoring my lack of breasts or idea anything womanly above thewaist, my lower half looked very feminine.Several times I turned around to admire myself in the mirror, thenturned several times more. In the end, I had to drag myself away fromthe temptation caused by my reflection. There were still things to dobefore Lisa arrived and time was already pressing.Walking downstairs was still a problem for. She hadn’t been taking it all before and now he forced her to take it all, pushing harder, deepening her pussy with each thrust. Pulling her hair he canted her neck to the side and bit, uncaringly leaving a mark on her neck, claiming her as his own. The ruthless attack on her body didn’t stop. He bit his way across her shoulders and collar bone to her tits where he bit and sucked hard on the nipples, the force of which already started to turn her pale skin red, which would then turn blue and.