I’ve danced for men, but never with one.” Then she looked pensive and continued, “Of course I’ve been kissed by Steve dozens of times, but he ...oesn’t count. He’s married.”“And thank you for the lovely kiss...”“But it was like kissing your sister, wasn’t it?” she finished with a wry little grin.He returned her to where the other two girls were waiting. It was utterly astounding to him that no man had asked either to dance. Continuing his plan — and in spite of the immediate attraction he had. . Mmmmm!" she cooed.Her pussy lips were stretched taut around the handle. She lay there for a moment, enjoying the feel as her pussy got used to it. Then she put her feet flat down on the bed and pulled them to her asscheeks. Her pussy was wide open and ready for fucking.Slowly, she pulled the brush back out. But before the tip emerged from the depths of her cunt, she pushed it back in. Rippling through her spine, pleasure filled her brain. She pulled the brush back, then drove it deep in once. Never to return. Do you understand?” Taking in a deep breath, I respond by saying, “Yes, Sir. I understand.” Your fingers trail the place that they had hit just moments earlier, making me purr. How I love to feel your touch. They trace my jawline, ending at my chin. You withdraw your fingers only to lift the belt that you had been holding in your other hand. Fitting it around my throat, you pull the belt through the buckle, tightening it very snug against my throat. A rush of panic creeps in my. Amy was deep in the grip of instinct and thousands of years of human evolution as well, her hypersexual body knowing exactly what to do to get what it needed from the irresistible hunk of testosterone and powerful masculinity that was plunging himself into her. Josh lost more control with each thrust as her receptive body exerted its own power over his, and Amy knew that soon he'd no longer be able to resist the urge to cum inside her. She arched her back to let her swollen tits, symbols of her.