She rubs harder and I moan loudly. She moves her lips to my shoulder and bites and sucks on my skin. I raise my right hand to her head and tangle my f...ngers in her wet hair to keep her lips on my body. My other hand moves to cover her hand on my breast and presses down and she gropes my breast harder. I grunt in pleasure."Mmm, yes...oh...right there..."I whisper as her fingers roll my clit. She moans softly and trails kisses up my neck until her burning lips take my earlobe into her torturous. A tiny bit... not much though. Hell, who are we kiddin', it will prob'ly feel REAL GOOD to a pervie like you."Hold still now. First, we apply a little goopy goo to your puss," Monique said, as she coated Laura's sex with a thick silicone gel. "Hee, hee! As if it wasn't wet enough already." See, that feels good, don't it, girlfriend?" she asked, rubbing the cold gel into every fold of her white dorm- mate's aroused pussy."Uh huh," Laura gasped, as she tried to suppress a moan of arousal. She was. .. I don’t think this is part of the ceremony anymore, Princess... or should I say My Demon Queen. You are officially married.”“So...This...Is...My...Life...Now?”“I’m afraid so.” Gwydion shook his head and walked away as the Elven flutists began playing jaunty tunes. The only music Rimmon’s friends and family needed was the whimpering moans of the young bride massaging her sore breasts while getting fucked on stage as the guests mingled and exchanged pleasantries. Nobody turned to look when her. Slut. “Let’s go to our room.” Panic gripped me at Jeffrey’s words, but before I knew it, he had helped me from the barstool. Instinctively, my hand shot out for my panties, but he caught my wrist. “Don’t you think we should leave that as a little tip?” My feet trembled, my hands shook, but I simply hung my head and let myself get steered across the room by Jeffrey’s hand on my bottom. Hands on my bottom, short feels of my tits, perhaps an equally short moment of brushing against my panties’.