My pussy gets wet by itself now, wears down the lube I applied to the dildo and increases the friction of getting fucked. At this point, pounding it m...rcilessly with my dildo becomes so intense, my pussy starts to push out and my whole body weakens. I just collapse onto my bed, moaning, until those waves of intense feelings went through me. The challenge was to force myself to keep pounding my pussy to allow this intensity to climax. So I tried to keep pounding myself, withstand the urge to. Tiffany was awoman. With great legs. "Oh you're too sweet," she said in a ratherdisconcerting deep voice. "Ugh. That has GOT to go!" Bill thought. Hesaid to her, "You have such a sweet, melodic voice. I'll bet a lot ofgirls wish they sounded like you." Tiffany smiled and said, "You arejust FULL of compliments today! I HAVE had a number of ladies tell methey were a bit jealous of my voice." "You know," Bill said, "I'vealways been fascinated the way girls like you can walk around in 5-inchheels. But it wasn't. She'd been here before. The furniture, the fireplace and the painting above the sofa all looked the same. The room was familiar, but the circumstances were different. Yes, it was the aura that had changed, not the room.And the man who awaited her was also familiar... in the most intimate ways. She had spent hours kissing him, touching him, tasting him. She knew every curve and crevice of his body... the soft parts and the firm ones. She knew the feeling of him thrusting into her. She wrenched her handcuffed wrists and tugged at the chain fixed to the ceiling that stretched her arms tightly above her head. She tried to take small steps away from me, her ankles bound and separated by a spreader bar. She backed her feet away from me as far as she could, her body leaning forward and her gorgeous breasts hanging down and swaying from side to side. She whimpered as I moved the baton menacingly close to her breasts, her large, frightened eyes glancing alternately at the tip of.