It is jealous of your fingers wrapped in my wet, tight pussy. What has me so turned on right now? Well, my vulnerability for one. Laying naked across ...ou. Held down by you. Disciplined by you. Yet, feeling cared for by you. You withdraw your wet fingers and caress my red ass and lower back. I relax a little, loosening my grip on the sheets. Then, Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! The sensation is more intense when I am in a relaxed state before you strike. My clit aches to be touched. I. I buried my face into her neatly shaved pussy and sped up my tongue. She was starting to move her pelvis back and forth as if she was riding a horse. I squeezed both her nipples, and slowly started to pull them. Her head leaned way back causing her long hair to brush my cock and balls. She started to gyrate her hips violently, and her breathing was short and quick. I could feel a precursor of her cum getting ready to explode, so I engulfed her whole pussy into my mouth, and flicked her clit. As if in atrance, he watched his buxom chest rise and fall.Biting his lower lip, he brought out the wig he purchased. The colorwas jet black and was cut into a page boy that fell to just below hischin. Arron held the wig upside down, then ducked his head into it andpulled it on to his head. He tossed his hair and pushed the strandsfrom his face. He then picked his wig smooth.His hands shook slightly as he reached for the lip liner, Skillfully,he outlined his lips with the pencil. Arron tried to. This she rubbed under her arms and on her pubic mound as well, the creamy consistency aiding in a sooth shave without heavy chemicals, like Nair, and leaving behind the scent she knew he loved. Carefully shaving with sure strokes, a little pressure to keep the skin taunt. Soon she was as bare as a newborn babe was. Rinsing off again and checking her legs, nope she would have to shave them too. The ritual repeated; lather, the razor whisking along and then rinsing off. The enema was next.