I chant to myself in my head I can do this. I do it again and again. I feel the weight of the bed sink slightly as Master comes on it. I still as perf...ctly as I can, holding my breath. “Relax, Mo Chroiu. You’ll do fine.” He whispers softly in my ear, I know no one else heard him. I nod, too shy to speak out just yet. He kisses my lips gently, tracing his fingers along my rib cage. The warmth of his chest against mine is incredible. My nipples ache harder under the clips. He begins a slow. With his rhythmic clasps, she begins to understand that he is transfixed, not turned off, and pulls her right hand away from her pelvis to her belly button, just inches away. Yes, he is transfixed. His hands are on autopilot; his eyes wander from thigh to thigh, from belly to ass, marvelling at the black swirls that seem boundless. As much as he’s always appreciated, if not preferred, women unshaved, he’s always wondered at the evolutionary purpose of this blob of hair. What is it for? Humans. Unless she had snuck off for a change of underwear, I was pretty sure she had spent the whole day in those same panties. My head was all over the place. I was screaming inside: "my cum is in your cunt!"How could she be so relaxed, so normal and everyday, after what had happened earlier? My cock had pumped its load inside her. My mother-in-law and I had done something which by anyone's standards was quite a bit off 'normal' behaviour. Yet here she was being totally normal.In fact, over the next. I get to take myself there and sometimes i let katy take me there, too. i pull on the hair a little harder now and then let a finger into my dampening slit, just a little…not too much yet. i look up from my play and inadvertently catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the other side of the bed. at first, i am surprised, kind of forgetting it was there, but then i smile at this private moment, pressing deeper with my finger, letting out a soft moan. my other hand pulls the front of my.