We slipped two fingers each into her, and her pushing became stronger, her cunt getting wetter and wetter. As this went on, we were obviously past the...point of no return.My wife obviously knew this, prompting her to say to the man, "Lick my cunt; make me come with your tongue." The guy couldn't believe his luck. He immediately dropped to his knees, held her legs wider open, and began licking her cunt for all he was worth. My wife was in heaven; gasping and panting, stretching her knees wide. Nothing mysterious about them, the same things you’ll find in any hardware store, just smaller,” he said. “And what do you do, ahhh, Sonia?” She looked up. “Almost right. Sandra.” “Sandra it is. Imprinted on my brain. What do you do, Sandra?” She held a wrench, about the length of her middle finger, in her hand. While small, it was surprisingly heavy, not toy-like she expected. “What do I do? I ask myself that sometimes. What do you think I do?” she asked. “You like trick questions, I see,” he. I let the straps explore your body delicately moving my instrument all over you like a soft feather, pausing at your nipples and lightly tapping them. You lick your lips to show me that you want more. I slap them against your chest. The sting seen by the red marks on your raised flesh. Your cock responds by getting thicker for me. I walk around to the foot of the bed allowing the flog to caress your hard cock and balls. I raise my hand up and whip you on your thigh. Your penis moves, almost as. At each bump, the shiny ball bounced up and down, stimulating her clitoris. She lifted her skirt, so her bare ass pressed against the leather seat. By the time they arrived at the hotel, Ashley was breathing hard and concerned that her pussy juice had left a wet spot where she had been sitting. She met her father in the huge lobby. ?Happy birthday. You are looking really pretty,? he said enthusiastically, ?downright sexy.? Ashley smiled. She seemed to have gotten out of the habit.