Sie wollte nur noch eines: Diese riesigen Schwänze in ihrer engen, kleinen Votze spüren. Sie liess den Rock hinuntergleiten und eine Hand bahnte sic... ihren Weg in Danielas Slip. „This bitch is wet!". Der Kerl hatte recht, so nass war sie noch nie gewesen. Der Slip wurde ihr heruntergezogen. Sofort spürte sie, wie zwei kräftige Hände ihre runden Arschbacken auseinander zogen und sich eine Zunge in ihrer klitschnassen Spalte vergrub. Von vorne streichelten die anderen beiden ihre festen, runden. Our chats continued for some 3 months before we actually met in person. I flew out from London Heathrow to JFK then via an internal flight to meet Jane. Jane met me at the airport, we knew what each other looked like as we had exchanged photos. We embraced kissed and headed for her car, we drove to the hotel that we had booked just a few miles from the airport. We had planned what we intended to do when we met but the plan went out of the window so to speak, we walked into room 104 and as. The sooner I learned andunderstood what I needed to create the foundation everyone truly felt Ihad to have, the sooner I could return as Rich. Not Ricky, not Angel,but Rich, the true me!I must have stopped undressing myself as I was thinking about thesethings because I felt hands pulling my pantyhose and then my pantiesfurther down my legs. As the pressure was lessened freeing my cunnybesides for the sanitary pad and belt I could feel the pain begin toease. I felt tingling as if I were plugged. “And I saw you playing with this,” she said. “I saw you stroking it with your eyes closed, and I heard you say ‘Suck it, Alicia,’ and I saw you shoot your big load into the sink, and I got down off the ladder, and I went inside and locked myself in my bathroom, and I finger-fucked myself real hard.” I couldn’t say anything. It was all true. “That made me feel really good,” she continued. “And I kept doing that, every time I slid my fingers in my pussy, I would think about you coming all over.