“You can always warm up your hand again between my legs,” she hinted.“I certainly will but are you able to leave my cock alone?” He teased.“... doubt it,” she grinned.The players had a short intermission while the ice was dry scrapped. As they took to the ice for the third period, Sandra unzipped the fly on Brad’s jeans.“I like to feel a little cocky!” she joked. “Though, yours is far from little. Your girlfriend must be proud of its size.”“When we go to the beach, Abby has me wear a Speedo. The cock was sliding in and out, fast and deep. She felt the ball sack slapping against her nose. She tried to move her arms and legs but found she was completely restrained, her arms strapped uncomfortably behind and underneath her, hands taped or bound to her elbows. Her legs were opened wide and secured by straps or tape. Something cool was pressing against the backs of her legs. A wall? When the cock unloaded in her mouth, she swallowed it to keep from gagging. It withdrew but something. In fact, in the cases that counted, the Indians were not fighting a war, they were just having fun!This was the spirit in which the Indians attacked the fort the next morning. There was a lot of yelling and shooting just to make noise and attract attention beyond the effective range of the weapons of either side. With orders to remain calm and not to waste ammunition, the soldiers just stood quietly at their places on the firing platform and watched the show. They were allowed to relax and. What a turn on. I put my face between her legs and ran my tongue from her asshole forward. Callie squirmed and let out a soft moan as I passed over her clit. A few passes and I could feel it growing harder and longer. Callie was getting wetter with each pass. I loved her scent. Natural and not perfumed. A littly salty. In a few seconds, Callie would taste herself as her hands guided my shoulders up on top of her face to face. I kissed her deeply without really thinking that she was eating.