Him leaving made Hayley relax again, despite the drama, and after a few seconds, was in the bathroom, washing herself off in the shower with Pete back...to photographing it.The next few hours again flew past, with multiple shoots being done and both of them being extremely happy with the results, so when Pete suggested the next set be the last, Hayley wanted to do something a bit more special. She changed outfit in the small room again, but before heading into the main bedroom, took a quick look. Angie looked back over her shoulder and grinning dared me to do my best.I pounded into those muscular ass cheeks hard and fast, I could see the lust in her eyes as my hard cock reamed her slick channel. She was moaning now and dropped her head down on the chair arm shoving herself back against me in time to my thrusts, we quickly built to a peak and I couldn't hold it any longer.I drove myself in as far as I could and shot my first wad against the back of her pussy. When Angie felt my cock. You stood up to me, but didn’t overreact. If you were that kind of person, I think that I would already be stuffed into a body bag and headed over to your place to be raped, tortured, and possibly murdered. If they had enough Stockholm Syndrome to follow you despite that, they’d be helping you do it or already would have by now.“Trust me, honey. I get it. You’re testing me, but I’m in deadly earnest. I’ve found a man that I can trust with my submission. Do you honestly think that a woman from a. ” Kelly straps on the strap on and picks up Kissy, throwing her onto the bed. She was stronger than she looked. Kelly holds Kissy down by the wrists, ensuring she is unable to hide herself, then she gulps in the sight with her eyes. Kissy was a gym rat, and it showed. A midsection so toned it could be used as paint, a round, perky ass and that cute little clitty, shaved smooth and caged up in a pink chastity cage. Not to mention that perfect, pink, little asshole of hers, just begging to be.