In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ll be fantasizing about today for the rest of my life. It could have something to do with the fact that I’ll never ha...e the cojones to ever do it again. Or, perhaps it’s because I wreaked havoc tonight with the leather and bondage I’m not usually brave enough to watch someone else do, let alone try it myself. That, and the way she orgasmed. Again and again and again. What, might you ask, was so horrible that shattered my good guy control? Purple-colored nail polish.. He nodded in agreement and I insisted, encouraging him to do it.“I want it. I want your cum inside my horny cunt…”Samuel then pushed into me with such a power, that his friend Latrell was knocked back against the side of the pool.There was no room between them; I was squished so tight, that I thought I would be crushed each time they thrust into my holes. Samuel reached out and wrapped his arms around me, grabbing Latrell’s ass. He used his grip as leverage to thrust into my cunt even harder. I. "Wait, I, I know you... You're the star volleyball player... um...," Mia said trying to recall the name on the trophy."Jenna Michaels, but you can call me Mistress," she said as she flexed the crop for show."What?! No! I am not doing this!" Oh you can leave but if you do I release the video." You'd go to jail for blackmail!" Mia argued."And you'd lose not just your job, but your entire teaching career, and go to jail for prostitution. You know what? Go ahead, maybe we'll be cellies and I'll. Slowly his hands worked their way from her heels to her thighs, up on to her buttocks and down her back over and over again. Eventually his hand began to reach under her and stroke her tits. The nipples were always erect by now and the soft gentle motion of the oiled hands was like and aphrodisiac. Never touching her vagina or arse for at least an hour. It was always the same. She couldn’t help it. She became wet. The first half a dozen times she was terrified but as time went on she began to.