Every thrust was pushing her higher and higher into sweet oblivion where it was only him and her and nothing else mattered. She sucked on his tongue,...bottom lip, biting down as he drove that little bit harder and making her grunt and moan out his name. She could feel him begin to strain, his muscles bunching and flexing as he moved and his cock impossibly hard and pulsing and knew he was right there with her. It was becoming too hard to kiss and breath at the same time and when he angled his. That was more stuff off my chest that you probably don't care about. So back to my point. 5'6" in stocking feet, pushing into D cup breasts, long wavy hair, and a very well used pussy. That's what you care about for this setting. Because now I'm going to tell you what I use to fuck myself.Wine bottles.You can't find anything better. The glass is easy to clean and non-porous. They come in different widths, lengths, and shapes. And once you start a collection, you can spend a few hours wandering. Her hands were tied together at her back, her feet were tied together, a rope was linking her feet to her hands so that the knees were bent at the maximum possible. In the middle of this rope, a knot was made with another rope circling her hips.Without thinking, she started to fight against her bonds, but it brought her nothing good. With her fingers she tried to find the end of the rope tying her wrists but couldn't find any. So she tried to reach for the rope tying her ankles, which was not. ‘Come on, tell me,’ I said back, softly, breaking out in a grin of my own. ‘Well, its just that…ooh, that’s nice,’ she sighed with content as I began to kiss her neck, sending shivers that I could feel down her body. ‘What is it?’ I reiterated as I continued to plant soft kisses on her smooth skin. ‘I never thought you’d be this good,’ she said, giggling quietly. ‘Am I suppose to take that as a compliment?’ I asked, lifting myself up, my face hovering inches above hers. Her eyes slowly opened.