I positioned her facing the mirrors as I stood behind her. I kissed her neck and pressed my body against hers. My hands tight on her hips, pulling her...against me. She was moaning loudly. My hands began to explore her body, squeezing her firm breasts, then down and under her dress. My fingers found her panties saturated, seeking out her clit and within moments she was crying out in ecstasy. She pulled her dress off at the shoulders and pushed it down before reaching spinning to face me and. I looked down and her arse was like in a blur it was moving so fast. My cock starts to soften because the pleasure was so great I just couldn't concentrate on cumming. She could though. She explodes even louder and more energetically than before. She slams harder and harder. Deeper and deeper. She pushes her hips into mine so hard she pushes me into the bed and mounts me from behind. She stretches and squeezes me. Then pulls out of me and collapses next to me. I turn round expecting to see her. Grueling... excruciating, Laura thought, feeling momentarily ashamed that she could not fuck with Karen without having these thoughts come up.Karen's tongue was in her ear, arousing her again after just a few seconds. "I want more," Karen breathed. "I want more. I can't stand it. I want you to bite my nipples. Do it now. I can come again. Right now. I'm so horny. Please, Laura, do it. Pinch them, bite them. Put that nasty clamp on my boobs." You're so bad," Laura smiled, kissing her. "Can't we. At that moment, I crossed a line. A better man would have turned away, shamed by his weakness, deleted the video file, and gone home. I suppose an even better man would have maybe offered chaste aid to the visibly drunk and distraught victim of such abuse. I realized, at that point, that I wasn’t a good man at all.I approached her alright, phone still recording, but not with any thought of compassion or pity. I wanted to capture her degradation up close. She looked like shit. Her hands were.