He/she knew it would be very long when he/she stood.Shaking hands ventured under the covers, purposely avoiding the soft masses on his/her chest to fe...l a slender waist leading to the sudden outward swerve of hip. They shied away from between the velvety thighs for a moment, then perversely kept returning to that same place no matter where he/she sent them.Morgan catalogued the differences he/she had found so far, sensitive,heavy weights resting on her chest, a bottom that pressed more deeply. " We kissed more, one hand rubbing her thigh with the other on her shoulder. My hand moved up her thigh, pushing her dress higher. My hand found her buttock, and I squeezed and pulled her closer, one finger slipping down to rub her pussy through her panties. "I know where this is going, so just hang on." Jean knelt and undid her dress, slipping out of the straps, then pushed it off completely. ‘Better?’ I looked at her body. She looked at my eyes first, looking then at my crotch. ‘Looks like. Deep rasping breaths, pussy walls rippling and clenching in a sweet ballet around my surging cock, fingernails digging against the wooden wall ahead of her. Jesus, she’s beautiful. I’m hard as sin inside her as she grips me rhythmically, my own climax simmering.I release her mouth letting her moans echo out around the empty room and hold her tight. As her tremors slow she flings one hand between her legs and grabs me by the wrist, tugging away as the sensation intensifies. I grin into her hair. Her arms had to be placed elegantly, despite the obscene positions she usually was in. Her face always had to be with a seductive smile. Her movements, even when whipped, had to be sensual. It was one of the most difficult tasks, as the pain, or just the discomfort, the humiliation of the situation, distracted Donna. She just couldn’t keep posing during a whole session. She often broke down and cried out of sheer misery, but Ninon showed no mercy and after letting her cry for a short time,.