I shouted for my mum and dad, I wanted to ask them why every thing was so flat now. When they didn’t answer, I called for my sister, but she didn’... answer either, so I started out to look for them. I’d found, what I thought looked like my sister’s dress, but her dress didn’t have any red it it just yellow and white spots. I quickly dismissed it because this was a red one with dots when I picked it up. That’s when I saw her, her face laying on the ground among some rubble, I ran toward her to. Once he was ball’s deep, he started moving faster. His pelvis struck her firm ass, causing subtle ripples.“Fuck the bitch,” Rachel moaned.“Shut the fuck up,” he growled.She trembled, but not in pleasure.He fucked her harder and harder. Only giving her relief when he paused to add lube to his shaft.But when he felt the familiar shimmer of pleasure that signaled he was closing in on cumming, his fingers found her clit, stroking across it and going deep and stroking her g spot. His other hand. When we arrived at the airport and parked the car in the long term park we got on the free shuttle bus and she still never buttoned up the jacket and as the bus was packed she had to sit on my lap, and I whispered to her to do up the middle button and after she did that I slipped my hand up inside the back of her jacket and squeezed her left nipple hard and she squealed loudly because she still had the nipple clamps on, which had never been off her nipples since I put them on a year ago and. I tongued her faster. I pressed my mouth into her pussy, licking and nibbling, I moved my hand up from her ass to probe her pussy. I sank into her hot depths while she humped against me. I pumped in and out of her silky flesh.A strange itch formed in my own pussy. Hot and itching. I squirmed, my hips quaking. I bit my lip, struggling not to get caught up in the excitement of this. My tongue flicked up to her clit, hard and throbbing, begging to be teased.So I did.I teased her. I tongued her. I.