He stood, dragging her against him as his chair toppled backwards."I won't let you go. I can't. You're mine, damn it." Yours? You mean you own me? I'm...not a piece of steak, idiot. You can't just order me, carve me up to your liking and consume me. I'm my own person now." That's not the way I meant it, and you know it. We belong together, Camille." We used to," she whispered, suddenly feeling close to tears. "I used to pray to you at night, used to beg you to come back. But you didn't. I was so. I pushed and pulled and flexed and clenched and rocked and bounced... I quivered as I felt the first wave of extacy reach the shores of my now abandonded cunt, but just as I felt the first wave break and begin to crash, the pounding in my ass slowed and eased to a stop deep inside me. That didn't stop me, though. I came, just like I knew I would, with a deep, gutteral groan. Primitive sounding. It was a sound that was almost scary to me, and I almost hate to hear it, but FUCK! I love _making_. In red basques and red stockings. In black suspenders, bra and stockings. In pale pastel lingerie and colourful lingerie.Marjorie herself even removed her own blouse and skirt to revel that she too was in stockings and suspenders, in a dark blue. I got my cock out and began stroking my stiff cock with my hands watching the pair of them together. Being very dominant now, Marjorie continued to discipline my wife with short sharp spankings and firmly took control of her sex. Elizabeth was now very. He then repeated the process on Zoe, sucking on the younger girl’s smaller breasts and sliding his hand over her young pussy. Soon, his fingers were slick with their wetness. He stood up and moved them back onto the bed and followed them, manhandling Cynthia’s legs to spread them open. He moved himself into position and then slid his hard cock inside her, filling her young, tight hole. Cynthia screamed, partly from pain, partly from shock, as the man began to roughly fuck her, plunging his cock.