When Paul finally sucked her nipple into his mouth she began to moan softly. After her nipple was fully engorged and had grown hard and he judged that...it had had enough attention from his tongue and his lips, he reached over with his left hand to stroke her tit lightly. He caressed her tit for a while, becoming bolder and bolder until he was kneading it. While his hand enjoyed playing with her tit, his lips turned their attention back to her throat and her shoulder.She woke up to her breast. You go as far as you can, filling me to capacity till i just feel the edge of your balls as they sway an inch away from my body. you pull out and lean in to suckle my nipples as you glide. my cum ensures easier movement despite the tightened passage. i fight my bonds to move against you, but strategic silk bonds are tied to the bed railings, keeping my limited. you pull out, then shove in hard, making my pussy accommodated your full length, bottoming out against my cervix and shoving that back. He led us to the back side of the barn from the party, where the possibility of us being seen was much less, but not non-existent. Could we still get busted by anyone? Absolutely, in fact, I was a little surprised we were the only ones back here, and the thought of being caught mixed in with this anonymous encounter gave me an extra thrill. I didn’t care about someone seeing us at all. I wanted this badly.I turned towards him as we reached a more secluded area where the barn was flat enough to. He's left me magazines with stories in them for years. He buys them on his trips and then leaves them for me. Have you read them? (I nodded.) They were okay. I didn't really care if they were true or not, they just filled a need when I was lonely. I had never really thought about it, but the stories I enjoyed most involved groups of people, and really when it was just a bunch of guys and one girl. I think he enjoyed the same ones, because the page corners were often folded when he gave them to.