He said, “no. no baby, I’m not done with you.” I look up to see his cock still standing strong. As hard as the moment we started. He began to...lick and finger my ass. I knew what he had in mind, but honestly I was scared, nothing that big had ever entered my ass. After a few minutes of anal play he lifted up, smeared a mix of juices all over his big shiny cock and eased the head into my tight ass. It felt like it was ripping me in half. I reached back with both hands and spread my cheeks. Karen again rocked her hips forward, the sparkles of pleasure that glittered through her like electricity coaxing another, deeper moan from her parted lips. She heard the sound she made and couldn't believe she herself had made it. It sounded like a woman lost in ecstasy, almost out of control. Could she actually be feeling so much pleasure? The butterflies in her stomach became tremors of pleasure, her fear steadily and quickly becoming consumed by her arousal. She would worry about her. The woman dismisses the men as she draws a cruel smile and begins to finger her rubber cock. She thrusts it into your mouth; you recoil at the bitter taste of rubber but there is no escape. She begins to finger your ass; you know what is coming. I can see the fear in your eyes but you defiantly refuse to use the safe word. She kneels behind you and thrusts the rubber phallus into your well fucked cunt while reaming your ass with her whip handle. You begin to relax then cry out in tortured. Robert found some Euros, paid their admission and followed the English signs to the nudes exhibition. He was still holding Juliana’s hand, but his pace quickened as he was so anxious to lay eyes on his favourite Renoirs. They entered the exhibition and started to walk around. There were a lot of the Degas nudes, but they both disliked the artist for his political views. They saw dozens of very good paintings by artists that neither of them had heard of before and spent a long time discussing.