She laughed; as I stood amazed, I was standing in a small but fantastic dungeon. There was a bed in the centre at the far end, she soon had my clothes...off and began to prepare jump my bones, on the soft but firm bed, it was exquisite, she sucked my small limp tool and it rose to the occasion something it hadn’t done in over a year but I defy even a dead man`s member to resist this fantastic woman, she withdrew my seed with a suck like a Hoover, then she began to ride me, it was awesome I found. She hung the top on a hook on the back of the dressing room door. Derek's cock became harder.Kicking off her high heels, she unzipped her jeans, pushing them down over her hips and her creamy, smooth thighs, past her knees and down her calves, stepping out of the low-riders and hanging them beneath the top on the same dressing room hook. She wore matching white panties, adorned with the same lavender lace and pink ribbons with which the bra was decorated. Derek's cock thickened.Her hands tugged. Blood still trickled down from her inner thighs and over her tensed calves to pool on the floor. I punched the whore as hard as I could in her soft belly, which swung her whole body back and elicited in her an awful guttural gasp. Fiona appreciated how good a punch that was by screaming and covering her face with her hands. The whore’s eyes bulged out to stare directly into mine as she couldn’t help but swing back to me. I delivered the second blow on the volley; a powerful right hook to her. ’ A pause, ‘Do you need me?’ ‘I need you.’ He closed his eyes as if in gratitude. He opened them again, a glare of desire in his eyes. He kissed me then, softly, his lips seeking to part mine, bringing my lower lip into his mouth. He tasted like the sweet cigars he smoked and smelled like a mixture of the smoke, his spicy cologne and the musk of his own body. It was intoxicating. I threw my arms around him, gripping the muscles of his bac and shoulders through his shirt. Upon feeling that he.