I hear the panting, the slight squishing sounds of your fingers in your dirty cunt. I smell your sex. Oh, you are a nasty, juicy little girl.I look aw...y from you, and around the rest of the room. At your feet on the floor is a quilt. Spread out on the quilt are a number of interesting items. A dildo, a butt plug, nipple clamps and a few pieces of rope. Oh, you are really planning on being a nasty, juicy, perverse little slut!It must be a really good story that you are reading, because I can. The two men peered across the path at one another. Rob held out his hands, counting down silently on his fingers "three, two one."With a start a bush stood up behind the cocky unobservant guard and the butt of a rifle caught the man at the base of his neck. The man staggered forward, dropping the sub-machinegun and fell forward into the mud. Meredith whacked him on the temple for good measure and then pointed her gun at the two men holding the body.By that point Rob and Matthew had gotten their. Sarah sucked on her lower lip and watched breathlessly as Mitch approached. She kneaded her breasts and rolled her nipples, keenly aware that a monster orgasm was lying somewhere in the weeds, waiting to rear its mighty head and consume her in its heat. ‘Oh God, don’t stop, please don’t stop, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum so hard…’ She pleaded in shameless desire, and squirmed desperately in the girls embrace. Mitch moved behind Monica, his eyes mirroring Sarah’s own excitement. His gaze flowed. Her head against mine, her boozy breath on my neck.Taking familial boundaries for granted, she felt safe with me, never imagining for a moment that her lithe beauty in my lap would conjure a storm of lust in my cock. But my recalcitrant cock had no training in decorum. Izzy's riddling for comfort in my lap cooked up a storm. Her skirt's hem rucked high over thighs, me trying not to stare. She hadn't an inkling — no idea of the sexual undercurrents that swirled beneath my crumbling facade of.