He pulled the zipper down and pulled the jeans to the side.She was yanked up, the captor behind her, pulling her jeans down her tight hips. He continu...lly spun her around, pulling from the front, swinging her around and then from the back, almost knocking her down, keeping her off balance as he shoved her jeans down her legs. She could only stand there, bound, as her jeans were slowly stripped down her legs."Nice ass on her, swing her around again," her body forced around so the leader could. My legs were sheaved in black nylon hold-ups. He gasped and pushed his hand onto my erection, kneading it through the soft material. I leant across and did the same, his panties were rougher material, but it didn’t matter when I lifted the edge and pulled his cock out to one side, wanking it gently as he played with me. Our lips met again, deep passionate kisses. Then he leant across me, dropped his head down and took my cock into his mouth. Ecstasy! His lips and tongue finding my most. I wrestled in the 154 pound weight class. I loved to wrestle, not only so I could put my hands all over hot male bodies, but because it gave me a chance to dominate and control those bodies!Anyway, the summer before my senior year, my parents, whom I did not much like, announced they were getting divorced. My mother was getting remarried, to a total pig of a man (in my estimation) and I was going to live with them—and they were moving to another state. I was already in my ninth school, and was. And enthusiastically strokes my engorged staff;For her cuteness is heavenly and her romance is driven.I whisper in his ear how good looking he is,As I gently fondle his rocks, and tell him I’m profusely dripping.Awaiting his bold penetration.Yearning his forceful entrance,And craving his valiant infiltration,As his gigantic love stick swells larger in my hand.I am weak in the knees, and my vision is blurred,As she plays with my titanic spear:Licking my ear and moaning I’m sexy;With nonstop.