*After receiving instructions on the whereabouts to sendthe package, and having hung up the phone, G began tostretch out her arms, winding them around...herself andthe chair, in a self indulgent hug, dreamily thinkingabout pleasure past, pleasure to be, and her adoringlover. She glanced down at her supple soles, and witha surge of amour, squeezed her hands out of the tangledwrapping that was her arms, and grasped her rightfoot. Holding the heel with one hand and the toes withthe other, she pulled. She virtually ripped his jeans down. She was relieved to see he was wearing boxer shorts. Y-fronts just didn’t do it for her. She ran her fingers along his length as it bulged through the cotton. She slipped her fingers in the waistband and slowly pulled the elastic out to allow them to slide down over his cock. She bit her lip as he watched her. His breathing was ragged, his eyes were full of lust, reflecting her own want and desire. His cock was smooth and as she pulled the foreskin back, her. I wanted to experiment more with crazy sex, but my boyfriend did not want to? I had read quite a few exciting sex stories, ones I had found on line. They were about naive horny young women like me easily being drawn into a life of decadent sexual perversion! Then stripped naked, bound, gagged and have no choice in their fate as a sex slave! Stories where they were then used and abused with nasty sex toys and fucked by a cruel dominant master, the thought of this happening to me was really. Electricity rippled through my body. It tingles through me, made me gasp and shiver and spasm. And it built. It gathered. I groaned, my lusts finally being satiated. My legs locked about Clint's hips. My tits jiggled as his dick slammed over and over into me. My pussy clenched on his dick. My hips wiggled and undulated. My tits bounced. So much pleasure shot through me. My eyes rolled back into my head.“Shit,” Clint groaned. “Shit, you're tight.”“Mmm, Mommy-slut gave birth to two daughters with.