That sweet, tight sheath gripped me. She squirmed her hips, stirring her cunt around my cock. My dick throbbed in her depths as my tongue plunged into...Orihime's snatch. I fluttered through her silky sheath, her sweet cream filling my mouth.Ruri rose up my cock. Her twat squeezed around my cock. My dick twitched in her tight grip. She reached the pinnacle, whimpering, then she slammed down my shaft. She massaged me, the silky friction flowing down my shaft. My balls tightened. My toes. Holly is five-four in flats, if ever you saw her in them. Her torso was slender yet well toned, almost muscular in calves and biceps. Me? I was maybe five or six inches taller. Nor would anyone mistake me for an athlete. Yet from lack of home cooked meals and hard work, I wasn’t carrying many extra pounds. The one thing I did have that wasn’t average, was a cock inherited from my father’s side of the family —to hear my mother tell it. My estranged father had died some years before my graduation. Heasked me if I was ready, ready to take my rightful place in His world. Hisworld where my place was at His feet, and where I would soon become the bitchof his dogs and thus be at their feet as well. I was afraid and I told himso. He smiled and said how good that was, Master believed that fear was simplythe clutchings of my surface self, afraid to let the true me through. He hadexplained this to me many times, and he patiently explained it again as hestroked my face, hair and breasts. My. ..She shook her head violently as if it might shake her perverse thoughts loose, lying prone again and trying to focus on her own needs. This was beneath her, damn it, how could she lose her composure like this? She was acting like a horny teenager.No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t get off, she was too embarrassed and ashamed, too uncomfortable as she lay on the cushions that were stuffed with pointy reeds and the humidity and sweat made her feel filthy. She could smell herself, and the.