Then the room was filled with their laughter, obscenities an perverted suggestions. “That fuckin’ whore!” yelled a man approaching them “...my...finger hurts like a motherfucker!” he pointed out a poorly bandaged finger. “...Just give me an hour alone with the bitch, I’ll teach her suffering.” “No you won’t!” said the Sheriff, stopping him getting any closer. “She belongs to me now, and I don’t want anyone damaging her.” Jane was pulled through the room toward the staircase. A sea of lusty hands. It was that year that I met and got to know one of the most stunningly beautiful women I’ve ever known. Julie was 18, 5’6” tall, and probably around 115 pounds. Her cute round face and bright blue eyes were framed by whitish-blonde hair that fell in waves past her shoulders. Her skin was light, but kissed slightly brown by the California sun. Her beautifully pert 32C breasts stood firmly on her chest above a toned and flat stomach accentuated by a belly-button piercing that. They held each other for at least a full minute. As they did so Amy could feel him growing against her stomach. She didn’t want to but knowing what was most likely in store for her, her juices started to lubricate her down below.As Rod loosened his hug on her she felt that she wanted more so she raised her head up towards him. He knew what she wanted and he didn’t disappoint. Their kiss started gently but become more like a lover's kiss as time passed. Eventually, he released her.“Wow, I didn’t. He had never fucked his wife on the sofa, ever. Suddenly he felt a special tingle in his balls, knowing that his orgasm was closing in. He had not even had so much joy during his wet dreams for couple of years. He knew, he would cum very hard. He slowed down to prolong the pleasure but too late. Aneesa suddenly sensed his imminent orgasm and began spraying her juices on his cock, flexing, convulsing and contracting her cunt muscles around his cock. The spasmodic rush in her pussy was.