I bet you’re aching for some release aren’t you?’ ‘Yes, Sir, please, Sir, please Sir.’ She could barely mutter those words, she was pantin... and moaning and stuttering. Sir’s arm reached into the cage. His fingers resting on her knee, drawing little circles on her skin. It was like her entire body was an erogenous zone, his fingers there were just so bewitchingly arousing. She closed her eyes and sank into a sea of horniness, it completely swallowed her. If he had given her permission to. . maybe that was a mistake." Maybe it was? What does that mean. Do you believe it was, or don't you? Because you should probably just tell me straight out." But I couldn't speak.We drove back to my father's in silence. I let her out and pulled out of the driveway and headed back to Phoenix. I had really fucked up, so I believed. And I spent the next week, a mess at school, convinced of it. Who could I confide in, though? My friends wanted to know what was wrong with me, but there was no real. Your cock will never please me dear hubby. I need young, thick, hard cocks in my ripe pussy. And I will get them. I will fuck a new cock every week and you will know and see all about it. Oh fuck yes Paul! Pound me with that meat! I'm coming!!!!" David watches his wife scream and buck in orgasm, all over Paul's cock. His own cock can't take it anymore. It twitches uncontrollably and starts spurting everywhere at the sight of his beautiful wife cumming all over another man's cock. A bigger,. Oh, my...So large, so perky. The nipples werenot too large, and the erect points looked like pencil erasers. Theycurved down to a tight, toned waist that flared up to the mostperfectly sculpted hips one could dream of. My ass was thick, juicy,yet well proportioned. My legs were long and shaped, ending on small,perfect feet. My arms were thin, with a slight hint of tone. And myhands, small, had long, proportional fingers with 2 inch, manicurednails. But the biggest change of all was right in the.