”“You can’t,” I said as my hands moved over her body. “But hopefully my friend can convince you.”“Your friend?” She asked as I squeeze... her big titties. She moaned in delight as I fondled her and kissed her neck.“You want to meet him?” I wondered as I started yanking at her overall.“Oh yes please,” She replied and laid her hand on my crotch. “Follow me, boy.”If rushed through the warehouse which was a maze of crates, planks, rods, among other things. Sybil led me to what was the very back. No. .. Knowing you thrive on the shame and humiliation makes me despise you, yet want you even more.We are two lustful dreamers that were lucky enough to find each other... and the rest of the world is lucky we are bound together, so we don't contaminate them.I especially love for you to show on cam... your soft features shining and almost glowing... your breasts shyly revealed and I love the way you timidly cross your legs until all eyes are fixed on the magical V between your legs... all of them. I am grateful to Gerta’s lack of experience, in that she fails to notice my poor initial response.The poor woman settles into a rather staid back and forth rhythm, about as sexually exciting as trying to cool rice pudding by quiffing on it. Good job I know what they are expecting and have been trained to recreate the movements and noises of a genuine orgasm: So I give it my best Shakespearean performance, writhe about and then press the button. ‘Woosh’ “Fuck Me – Jesus what the fuck”. I had. My black blouse stretched tightly across my large breasts in my lacy pink bra, the edge showing at the cleavage in a mildly obscene way. The sight of myself brought the heat back to my pussy and I realised that with hours to go, I could easily take care of the problem and enjoy the rest of my journey thinking about it.As I tipped back my head and thought about how delicious it would be to get out my vibe and run it over my swollen clit, a gentle cough brought me to my senses. Opening my eyes,.