His eyes are fixed on my cock. I stop every now and again while thrust fully forward so he can see my dick with my foreskin pulled all the way back o...er my bulging head. “Yeah, that’s right. Show me that thing” he says encouragingly, “I want you to cum all over that pussy”.Starting with my hands placed on her knees, I spread her legs by running my hands down her thighs, pressing her legs open as they move, finishing with my hands on her hips. I pull her forward slightly by her hips and press. Even from the beginning of our fooling around, I most enjoyed playing with and exploring her gorgeous body, and I always came the hardest after a few hours of getting her pussy nice and slippery and swollen with my fingers. Being very open with each other about what we wanted sexually (I’ll write another time about the few times I talked her into anal), Claire brought up the idea of getting some handcuffs. I asked her why and she just smiled innocently, batting her eyes and denying any. Joe inched forward, grasping Kathleen by the hips and readying to impale her. Kathleen trembled in fear and anticipation. Just then, the phone rang and Kim arose to get it. She answered and responded with one word answers. “Yes.” “No.” “Omigod!” “Alright.” She held up a finger telling everyone to hold on for a second. “Yes. I’ll let them know.” She hung up the phone and then returned to the assembled group.“That was Mandy. Marge’s plane crashed. There were no survivors. I’m so sorry. My dick was throbbing, with pre-cum dripping as I teased the clips still locked to her right tit. She howled as I played with the wooden pins, tugging and twisting, pulling and stretching her sensitive flesh before finally tearing away the remaining clothespins and making her shriek in pain. Monique’s breasts and pussy glowed red from the beating as I tossed the pillows away, pushing her flat on her back. She writhed on the bed and looked like a beetle trapped on its shell. Her eyes.