They are as strange to her as she is this planet. Their bodies sparkle with golden skin. Both have thin, long curved horns abreast on their heads. Her...hair is as golden as the sunshine, as golden as this forest.The golden woman now focuses on the man’s cock, now using her tongue to explore all over it. Mercy watches, marveling at her swift and delicate caresses, at how skillfully she uses her tongue. It is a skill Mercy should have, but hasn’t had a need to use.“Put it back in,” the man. "Oh Jim! Jim, I'm going to cum. Ohh fuck! OHH FUUCK!" she cried out as I felt her pussy let go, and a warm flush of her pussy juice flowed past my cock and out onto the sheets under her. I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock, trying to milk it of its seed. I kept pounding her as she came, the squeezing tightness of her vise-like pussy bringing me to a climax almost simultaneously. As I felt myself cresting my mountain, I reached down and held her tight. I knew that some of my ex-girlfriends. In the crazy sexy mood I was in, and with my aroused feelings about her, I confessed to her about my fantasy. She smiled, “You really want to try the happy balls.” She left and came back with two shiny balls (like two centimeter marbles) connected to each other with a string. “Sit on one and insert the other.” I apparantly looked quite puzzled about what to do. She did not hesitate, lifted my skirt and placed the balls into my g-string. Onewent just under my ass hole so I would sit on it and. I was being led through to the dining room where I noticed one of our wooden chairs facing us, accompanied by some black leather handcuffs and a small red satin bag. I expected her to sit down as she loved being restrained and teased, but to my surprise, she gripped my wrists firmly and guided me into the chair, forcing me to sit down. I was immediately turned on. She picked up the cuffs, which I noticed were different to our usual ones, but strangely not new looking, and attached my wrists.