"God, babe. You have no idea how long I've dreamed about this night!" Max whispered into my ear."I'm pretty sure I have a vague idea.’’ I laugh. �...�’Hey, Max? Look at me." "What's the matter, love?" Max started, as he stared into my eyes."I don't ever want you stop. I just wanted to tell you how much I love you." With that, my lips recaptured his, managing to squeak out, "Now, Max, please fuck me," between kisses. Max sat up and reached into his jeans pocket to get a condom but I stopped him with. Before she re-entered her house she looked to the stars of the southern skies, knowing that right now in His world the sun would be peeking over the buildings spreading warmth across His life. Whispering softly of her love and devotion to Him, she made her way to her room, her torture chamber as she often fondly thought of it. For it was within the warmth and privacy of her lonely room, she achieved heights of pleasure with Him as her silent guideHer mind went over His instructions again as she. He slid the straps of her merry widow down her arms one at a time, following their path with soft kisses. He kissed slowly from the nape of her neck to right above her tailbone as he unhooked all 14 clasps of her corset one at a time. Free at last, Emma’s pendulous breasts settled against her chest, the light strawberry nipples as hard as rock both from the cold and arousal. Tim could see the wetness spreading in her panties and the flush spreading across her chest as she became more aroused.. She didn't care that her sex was completely exposed to the camera. "Here," he said, throwing her a massive flesh-coloured dildo. Pixie Lott's mind reeled, but she grabbed the obscene toy and worked its giant knob into her pussy, stretching her vaginal lips almost to their limit. It took both hands to squeeze it all the way in. The clicking of the camera accompanied the wet sounds of the dildo plunging in and out of Pixie's cunt. The beautiful singer had lost all control and, quite frankly, was.