I imagine you unzipping my dress for me. I imagine you holding my breasts and kissing my neck. I imagine too many things, and I feel myself getting we... already. I can’t wait to get there and I can’t wait to feel your skin against mine. I just can’t wait to be fucked. Properly fucked; not how he fucks me-because we can and should as husband and wife, but because you want me. And that’s it; we have no feelings for one another, just a want. A want for sex. My phone vibrates against my hand; a. I clip clipped my way down stairs and could see them both watching the video, before I had left I had turned the volume up so they didn’t hear me. I stood in front of them both and was pleased with their shocked faces; I masturbated hard close to Claire’s face and when the precum appeared I wiped it off on her eye. I done the same to Carol although it was a close thing I nearly spunked all over her face.I removed the cock gags and stood Claire up. Feeling her up again I ran my hands over her. .. I can only hope for your poor parents sake that you have a penis the size of my ex-husband's, as in rather small; otherwise, women will be breaking into your house in the middle of the night just to get at you." Tristan could only smile at his Aunt's comment.Afterwards, and feeling a little light-headed, Tristan escorted Doris out onto the patio for some fresh air. Doris thanked him for the dances and gently kissed him on the cheek; wiping a little lipstick smear from his cheek like a. I smiled and asked him if he had ever fucked a woman like the couple in the picture. She was bent over with the cheeks of her arse spread open and the guys cock was inching into her arse. My boyfriend and I had only ever had straight sex before even though I had begged him to fuck my arse but he said he didn’t like the thought of hurting me. I crossed my legs just so he would get a good glimpse of my thighs and I really didn’t care if I was making him feel uncomfortable or not...I was enjoying.