My complexion is still creamy smooth, though I'll be thirty years old this Fall. Those faint little freckles are still there across the bridge of my n...se. When I take this dress off, I'll see the same 36C breasts I've had since Alyssa was born. The left one droops the tiniest bit... it's a tad lower on my chest than the right. Mark has always said he can't see it. Both of them were perfect to him. I wish they were but I know different. My hips sweep out from a narrow waist in a gentle arc. Mark. Some part of my psyche was being added to, or toyed with, or torn away. I couldn't move. I couldn't protest. I resolved to get through this alive.My hair was matted to my forehead and my body was hot. A cool breeze wafted over my skin as though a nearby door had been opened and closed. I moaned as I felt the prick of another needle at the base of my clitoris. Tingling heat radiated throughout my groin and pelvis. My pussy clenched and more warm juice bubbled down over my asshole. A new haze. As She felt herself being pushed sideways towardsthe other couple on the couch as Billy lowered his headto her chest. She could feel the warmth of the boy’s bodybeside her and felt the girl’s hair tickle her bare neckas the girl’s head bobbed up and down. Billy was gentlysucking a nipple shooting feelings through Cheryl’s bodythat she had never known before. As she tried to relaxshe felt the other boy’s hand slowly slide over hershoulder and come to. Her asshole clenched down on me. The heat of her asshole bathed my futa-dick. This was such a delight. I groaned as I pumped away at her. I fucked into her hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in her bowels again and again. “Yes!” I gasped. “Oh, Aoi, you're going to make me explode.”“Good!” Aoi moaned. “Let's give our naughty slave something yummy to lick out of my snatch. She needs to feast on me.”“Yes!” squealed Natalie.I buried into Aoi's asshole, my hands kneading her firm tits. She.