I would wear the yellow nylon top tied up as a belly shirt. I could make myself look very passable without any make-up. When I was 16, I was masterbat...ng several times a day, sometimes playing with my ass till I came hard. Once, I had the idea to get a carrot and try to fuck myself with it. It felt soo good I had to have more. This became a regular thing, gradually using bigger objects until I could get a Mag-lite in my "gurl" parts. One morning, a surprisingly warm winter morning I had a. The horse above her snorts once more and she feels its presence depart as its led away from her. Then the second mounts her more forceful than the first as it almost charges into place and slams his cock at her pussy. It misses the mark once or twice slipping around on the cum covered ass and then finds its mark. Plunging deep into her in one go the horse continues to push forward. Pushing back all the time Sandra Grunts through the pain and continues to worm her way back. The second horse cock. A bit old maidy if you don't mind me saying." And so it begins.He chooses our table and wine, orders our food and decides I can have a coffee but not a dessert. He is arrogant, conceited and vicious and with every passing moment my need for him grows more intense. I'm on tenterhooks throughout; heart pounding inside my chest, mouth devoid of saliva, nipples like stalks poking eagerly through my dress, my stomach a knot of tension and my pussy awash with aromatic juices. Until finally that. Craig kept his hands behind his back. He was blindfolded and twenty women were taking turns kicking him in the balls. Then he heard another few steps, another grunt, and another woman’s foot slapped hard into his balls. The impact of the bare foot against Craig’s naked, bound balls sent a slightly liquid “smack” echoing across the room. Craig dropped to his knees, writhing in agony, and then slumped to the floor. He felt like he was going to vomit.“All right, Jasmine,” someone said. “You.