She cried out at every thrust. She came again, her head thrown back, crying out in sheer pleasure, her pussy convulsing and gripping my cock. I couldn...t take it any longer, feeling my balls tighten. I pulled out from her pussy and, using her juices, stroked my cock once, twice, three times and with a loud grunt my cum exploded onto her ass cheeks, three, then four thick ropy strands of cum.We were both panting, gasping, collapsing onto the bed. "My god that was so hot!" She managed to say. However, upon closer attention, Sophia realized that there was another woman below the first one. She was pushing a long vibrator up inside of the woman who was tied up. This woman was a little larger than the first, and had jet black hair, just like Sophia's. Those were not the cries of a non-consenting victim; they were the sounds of a woman at the peak of her submissive fantasy.Before long, Sophia found herself incredibly turned on by the video. She subconsciously reached up to squeeze a. The outfit she wore basically was a very short skirt with most of her midriff exposed except for a very bust-emphasizing "top" (actually a rhinestone-studded bra top) that did everything to show off Shania's nice new breasts. Thanks to baby and to the pushup design of her bra/top.But, that's what you and everyone else saw on TV or on the huge large screen TVs there in the stadium where the Super Bowl was played. That in and of itself was amazingly hot, sensual and very sexy. Just seeing Shania. “Hello, Betty. I’ve come to have a chat with you.”From years of politeness, Betty shook his proffered hand. She noticed his fingernails were spotlessly clean and trimmed, his hands liver-spotted. His grip was warm and dry. “Hello.”“May I come in? I don’t suppose I could impose on you for a spot of that tea you’ve just made? I’m rather parched.”“Of course. Please come in.” Betty didn’t even think twice why she was letting a stranger into her house, but something in his demeanor, his old-worldly.