Now I was in control!I lifted up her dress and bunched it around her waist; my skirt hadalready ridden up. I lowered my body to hers and our panty-cla... memberstouched; hers fully erect, mine flaccid but still sensitive. I slid mystocking-clad legs along hers and I ground my pubis into hers. She suckedon my tongue and hissed as she felt our satin-clad flesh rub together andour nyloned legs entwined.I waned to feel and taste her in my mouth but the feel of our lingerie-clad bodies rubbing against. Why would I do this? I'll tell you, we fantasize all the time, and once we made a fantasy come true, but haven't done it again since! This will enable me to get "Braver" I hope and get much hornier as well as my husband as I hope Men will take some of the pictures I post, and give me what I have recently learned is called a "Tribute"! Printing the picture and jerking off on my picture and taking a pic of their cock and load all over my picture, or recording a video or digital recording of. Scissors went to work, cutting off her jogging clothes and her underwear. Naked and bound, she felt more vulnerable now than she had during the rape. This was bad. And exciting. No, stop thinking like that. This was very bad.He lifted her out of the trunk and carried her, presumably into his house, and then down a flight of stairs. He eased her down to the floor. She heard the rattle of a chain being secured to her collar. He separated her cuffs, restoring free movement to her limbs. Then at. He placed the blanket on the floor and laid down. Andy moved behind her leaning up against a tree and placed his hands on her waist and pulled her close to him, rubbing his cock against her ass. She could feel how hard and thick he is as he rubbed himself against her. John laid there looking on as his mate began to feel Dannielle’s breasts. His hands undoing the buttons on her top and squeezing them through her bra. Dannielle reached behind her to the bulge in Andy’s jeans. She found his zip.