I was still having whiskey. After 15 minutes she came out with just a bath suite. She was damn hot and sexy. I was in full mood even she. Suddenly she...hugged me and told that from today you’re my actual husband and make me your wife.We hugged for 10 minutes. Then started to kiss her all over the face. Her juicy lips were awesome. She was moaning. I started to insert my left hand into her ass. Wow, what a wonderful feeling it was! I carried her to the bedroom, made her lie down. Slowly removed. If you were me, you’d be starting to lose it. You’d be holding tight to her hips so that your fingers dug into her creamy skin, leaving red marks when you let go for a second to get a better hold. You’d be pounding into her so hard that the tops of her thighs and the cheeks of her ass were shaking with each stroke. She’d be crying out for you to fuck her harder and you’d do your best to make it happen. I know because I am me, and I was.Screaming The Word Fuck Holly grips hard on my cock with. In her curious state of incoherence (she couldn't quite determine whether it was a delirium of enjoyment or self-protective onset of passing out from the pain) she realized he was untying her wrists. But just as soon as he released her from the ropes connecting her wrists to the bed corners, she felt him connect the wrist cuffs together behind her back. After releasing her ankles from the ropes that had restrained them, he roughly dragged her to the edge of the bed and propped her up on her. Fleetingly, he wondered if she responded in the same manner. He thought she might but he didn’t know.As it had before, his hand found its way almost without his conscious movement to hold Sandrine’s right breast. Her bare skin, above the pretty edging on her gown, heated his palm. Without thinking, he ran his fingers across her chest, her skin like the softest smoothest silk, without blemish, and so warm as though on fire, or at so it transmitted to his finger pads.He heard her chuckle, but she.