”“Might just have to get me a taste of’ that.”“You want a taste?”“I do think that I would.”“Well it does belong to you.”As she spo...e, she turned her two fingers, inserting them into her vagina. Turning them to and fro to liberally coat them with her own one hundred percent natural juices. She then leaned over offering them to Gabe. He leaned to her and licked, no sucked, her fingers clean.“Well...”“Wonderful, full bodied, fruity with a hint of musk, and a crisp clean finish.”“Keep that up and. She screamed in pain as she felt the first pain of a hard insertion. She closed her eyes, one hand on her mouth and the other hand trying to hold me.I held both her hands and pushed them back to her head as slowly I pierced her hole with my throbbing monster. She tried to contain her loud moaning, but she could not hold back. I allowed her to breathe and inserted half of my dick in her burning hole in a forceful push.She moaned, raised her body and dug her nails deeply on my back. I paused for. . “It’s for you, now bring your sweet pussy over here and put it on.” I said I would but he couldn’t tie my hands. “Whatever” he said. So I slipped the blindfold on and he brought me back to the mirror and began fondling my breast and squeezing my nipples. He would also slap them to watch them jiggle, and had started make them point up by lifting them up by my nipples. I had to tell him the deal was not to include torture, and he just laughed. He turned some music on and walked around. Most nights I’ll run through a few katas before bed - if I’m particularly worked up, I can spend up to an hour just doing them over and over, the repetitive exactness relaxing me until I can just fall into bed and have a mostly-dreamless sleep.That night, I was so riled up from the fight (and Marty’s cheapness) that after eating one lonely egg, I spent a full 90-minutes doing routines, going through every form I could remember over and over until I finally felt like my mind was clear and my.