Although each stroke is hard – like being hit by a bus – I relax into it. I literally want to sleep; each rhythmic stroke takes me down a step, do...n towards a deep green pool of relaxation.Sometimes in a more lucid moment – and certainly not tonight – I ponder the fundamental dichotomy of bdsm – the dividing line between pleasure and cruelty. Whips, flogging, pain are all abhorrent as forms of torture, whether in the history of AUstralia or in our own time – I am appalled by the photographs of. That was one of the truly outstanding things about Penny, Victoria mused. She was so absolutely, unreservedly, unguiltily involved in sex, with the same lack of self-consciousness of a puppy chasing a ball.Since she had been walking with her gaze absentmindedly fixed on the ground in front of her, Victoria hadn't realized she was approaching Ben Wright and his dog Prince, who were standing together on the top of a small hill. The young blonde would have been amazed if she could have known the. And slipped inside my soaking wet pussy and then slid back up until it was touching my clit I bit my lip as not to make a noise as it started teasing it, it felt fantastic I went back to sucking the cock in my left hand, sucking it hard and wanking it faster as the finger on my clit got me more and more excited, the cock exploded but as it did I lost my balance blasting cum on my chin and chest, losing my balance I had let go of the cock in my right hand and my hand friend was desperately. ‘You can cum in my mouth another time, I need you to fuck me this time!’ Jenny said, getting off the bed and reaching between her legs to unpop the crotch of her nylon body. I sat up and pulled my shirt off as I was starting to sweat, as I didn’t have a change of clothing. Jenny’s cock pulled free and I felt my gaze drawn to it again as I tossed my shirt on to the floor. Jenny knelt on the bed again, her long cock swaying between her legs, and kissed me. Again I felt irrational nerves at the.