I had to go soo sloww. with lowering on him. but i was dripping wet. i came, not hard, but enough, from my pent up want of being f__.. i knelt on the ...hari and lean into Jes. we both pumped againtst each other, i rocked up and down on him, i wanted to reelase so bad. i was aching inside. i had to go slow tho. cuz, i had to find room inside myself fo Jes long cock. But we werent alone. some other men, were there i realize. still kissing on me, bringing their cocks to my mouth .. and as i rode. The sheath appeared to have ribs running round it about half-an-inch apart, and I could see they were the means of causing the exquisite pressures her cunt could so ecstatically exercise. Indeed, excited by my attouchements, I could see them contracting and relaxing. It was, doubtless, these ribs that seemed to exercise a sort of peristaltic motion on the prick, when reposing at full stand in that glorious cunt. I was able so widely to open this splendid vagina that I thought I would try to get. Feeling your hands slip down my legs, from the hem of my dress onto bare skin is delicious. I inhale sharply and let a soft giggle in your ear as your hand tracks up under my dress and along my thigh, you can’t understand how erotic this feels... or can you?My teeth graze your ear as you hands continue to explore… my fingers are assessing the shape of your shoulders and the way your back reacts to me tracing your spine. Your fingers are at the edge of my panties, you have to be able to hear my. Now she sat on the horse, her legs open, her prepubescent pussy lips pressing down with her full weight on the ridge along its top, waiting for Frank to release her legs. She sighed and glanced at the high ceiling of the barn.Frank wasn’t untying her legs.“Frank?” she said.“What?” he answered. He was standing in front of her, a few feet away from the sawhorse, just watching her.“What is it? Aren’t you going to let me down?” she whined.Frank gave her a silly grin, then shook his head very.