..don't...stop..." His growling heightened my senses. A burst of pain on my thigh sent intense pleasure through me. As he placed himself between my l...gs, my blood on his lips. I did not care, I licked those lips clean, tasting myself and him. As he pressed his hardened cock in me I instantly came again. Holding my hands by my head, pinning me down, he thrust faster and faster. Placing a pillow beneath me he thrusted deeper. I loved the feeling of fullness. Turning around, the pillow still. A sexual predator with 36inches breasts and a figure to fucking kill for.Her name was Puja, Puja Chopra. With night shattering into morning we had drinks and I was responsible for dropping them home, call it courtesy or the drive to fucking fuck her .I’d rather not judge myself on that.The trick was to take her number and well I thought that since she flies,I could probably lieu her into thinking that I fly regularly and maybe she can get me a discount on tickets.The trick worked I had her. Opening her eyes all she could see was a bare cunt smothering her nose and mouth - oh shit, she must have told Mons about her nightmares.Now the normally timid lesbian fuckbunny had turned nasty and was trying to destroy her.Jenny struggled against her bonds to get free, only making the situation worse as she ran out of air, collapsing back onto the bed, her mouth filled with hot pee.Mons had cum on her face - the bitch - she was clearly getting off on asphyxiation abuse just like her. Something that would change their relationship forever. Daffney had met Amy at a convention a few years ago, the two shared a hotel room, and by the end of the night, they were sharing Amys bed together. After six month of just really good sex, she asked Amy to move in with her, they tried to spend as much time as they could together, but work was constantly pulling them apart. Whether it be Amys band, or Daffneys in-ring career, but finding time to fuck just wasnt in the card as .