As the sun rose on a lovely Saturday morning, Cindy woke up only to be slightly worried at the empty bedside next to her where usually Henry would lie...there for another hour. But coming to, Cindy remembered it was her birthday and smiled a great big smile as she realised what was going on. "Sneaky Henry..." she thought to herself as she dressed in a simple light-pink bathrobe, which even with carefully selected proportions still showed off a lot of cleavage. Like an overexcited bunny, Cindy. Instead of recognizing what the good thing he had going with his girlfriend, his fetish and deeper kinks got the better of him and ultimately, them.Early in their relationship, Bill could not avoid the intense jealousy and arousal he felt when he thought about Melody getting it on with his friend Martin that night while he was feeling out Cindy. He wanted to believe Melody's denials but he was more convinced by Martin's unwavering assurances that he had indeed fucked her. Maybe she was too. .. I love ... the pain! I can’t believe ... I denied myself ... this!” Michelle gasped as she took me deeper inside her tush.“I can’t believe that I denied myself more of you. If I’m gonna get punished for fucking you, I should make fuller use of you, right? You really are a dish ... now I recall why I was attracted to you in the first place,” I told Michelle as I went deeper and properly plowed the backfield.“What would you do if I wanted to stay in these handcuffs for a long time?” Michelle. “No! Please don’t! I can’t!” she pleaded. She tried to move forward but Tucker grabbed her hips again holding her in place and ordered Troy to hold her tight. Troy wrapped his arms around Erin’s waist, holding her tightly against him. I heard her scream a very primal and guttural scream as I watched Tucker push forward into her. It wasn’t a scream of agony, it was one of both frustration at being held, and one of pleasure mixed with some pain. Tucker was about ¼ of the way into her when he.