They bounced in my palms like something alive. She leaned back against me, her head settling between my stuffed breasts and sighed happily. Slowly I m...ved one hand downward as the other caressed her nipple. I could feel her nipple growing hard under the thin cloth of her blouse, and she still wasn't wearing a bra. The elastic of her skirt gave easily as my fingers brushed her bush. Her ass pressed against my cock as I began to rub her crotch, pressing her fine golden hair under my fingers.She. She was panting, I was grunting, drenched cunt and hard cock causing thunder-like fuck farts that echoed around the room. She locked her legs around my waist and with power driving thrusts, bucked like a bronco in the most explosive orgasm I have ever encountered.Still panting, Clarissa pressed her massive tits together, “fuck my tits Ben. Fuck my tits like you did my pussy”Straddling her big belly, my cock slipped like silk between Clarissa’s cleavage and I started humping away, she pressing. The knotted rope pulled against her crotch, leaving only a small swatch of her panties outside her vagina. The dildo in her ass was also held in by the rope, which was wrapped around her wrists and ankles, then tied to a rope around her elbows. It had only been 15 minutes since Jack had surprised her at her door, when she was expecting the delivery of her lunch. He had bound and gagged her, pulled her gray business suit jacket apart and her skirt up, robbed her of money and jewelry and then. And thus his lust was born, a lust for a hand and a mouth of a man, a particular man whom Wes doubted he would ever see again. Brent was the first man to touch him, the first handsome man to show him just how much he had been missing over the years, and that lead to dirty thoughts in the middle of the day, in the depths of the black night and everywhere in between. He could not get Brent out of his mind, even in class he could not escape the silent fantasy his mind concocted just to torture.