Mein Blut fängt an zu kochen, als ich dich sehe, wie du deine Brüste sanft, mit der Zungenspitze berührst.Deine Hände senken sich und streicheln d...ine Haut. Du bewegst dich geschickt und reizvoll, wie auf dem Rhythmus arabischer Bauchtanzmusik. Du machst das so gut, dass ich die Melodie aus deinen Tanz hören kann. Deine Finger streicheln deine Liebesperle sanft, aber genussvoll. Ich schaue dich an, wie ein Tiger der seine Beute aufmerksam verfolgt. Deine Finger tanzen so geschickt mit der. ..sorry Wonderful Mistress Claire, I don't know howto describe all that you made me feel........it was fantastic and we'vegot to get one of those rubber bags!" That's what I was thinking too, you naughty bondage Slut!" she cried ininterruption. "I almost wet myself when I pumped out the air and saw youtrapped inside. I could see every detail, every tiny movement and breathyou took yet you couldn't escape until I let you. And when I fucked youand played with my clit I had the biggest climax for. "She's getting better, but she still makes mistakes," she continued. "Just last weekend, for example, she fell asleep while I had her servicing a few of my friends. I had to punish her for embarrassing me."A few friends, hell, I thought to myself, not missing a beat with my tongue. Twenty-six couples, and before I even got to the first woman, I had to take each of the men up my ass or suck them off. Some wanted both; ass first, of course. Shit. Of course I was tired. I'd sucked and fucked. I don´t she said as she placed both her hands in his hand. He slowly closed his fist around her wrists. She closed her eyes. “Better…He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. Her mouth was open a little. She was not sure if she could get her hands free. It was more exciting then she had ever expected it to be. She leaned back against him and hoped that she could trust him. She, a strong, independent young woman, in most respects a feminist, was ready to gain an unfair advantage by letting.