He played her so expertly that only when the melody rang out at fortissimo did the power of near-orgasm enter her consciousness, as he carefully maneu...ered her toward the flat-topped boulder at the center of the circle, he was able to continue playing her at the same level of passion, never allowing her primal song to wane until she was bent over the boulder, gripping it tightly. His initial penetration was barely felt, it was the key which unlocked and released the pent-up climax created. Good cheekbones, great smile, great eyes, just enough ‘strangeness in the proportion’ of fingers and legs to be strikingly attractive. The rest of her beauty, what she does with it, is her own. What strikes me in that video is that she’s just as creative with herself (her look, her life) as with those paintings in the background.So. That leg. That (probably) left leg, where the slit of her dress reveals a smooth firm kissable thigh, tapering long and thin and tantalizing down to her knee.. She knew for certain that if she moved, her legs would give way!Rob was already kissing and nibbling on her neck, she loved that, his finger tips were ruining her nipples; his prick was now unerringly pressed into her back and her soft backside.'Oh Rob, oh Rob, stop, it isn't right, please Rob?'But her pleas fell on deaf ears, he had no intention of stopping, this would be his one and only chance to get his mother, and he wasn't going to fail!Jacqui was helpless to resist or to stop him, her. She was just able to get her mouth in to play with his balls while her friend’s ass bounced against her head. He seemed to like this very much from the tone of his grunts.“Brit, Brit,” he said, suddenly appearing panicked, “I need to fuck Brit with this boner. That’s what makes it a threesome!”“Sure thing honey,” Amber said, climbing off. Brit pulled herself up, letting her body slide against his as much as possible. She was relieved when he kissed her too, and felt a strange sense of.