I was looking at her sexy thighs and slender legs. It aroused me. Another important thing that made her look sexy was that her glass. She looked sexy ...y wearing glass. She didn’t do any extra work to look sexy as she was naturally sexy. There was an oomph factor on her face. May be it was her mascara applied eyes or lip-glossed thin lips or her thick hairs or glasses. I don’t know what that made her was looking sexy. I was aroused and kept looking at her very often.Surprisingly, she also looked. His thumbs rub dangerously close to the dark, wet area of her underwear she so desperately needs him to touch. “Please…” she whimpers, quietly, tugging on her nipples and gasping at her own force. “Please!” His hands hold her waist, confusing her slightly, before he growls into her ear. “Take them off,” he orders. Her sex gushes again and throbs with an impatient need. She complies immediately, reaching for her knickers and seizing them in her hands. She inches them down, watching her gorgeous. At that time, I was in my early fifties, still physically active, quite slim and tall, with a complete absence of body hair, tattoos, or scars. I arrived at the apartment a little before the female guests, was given a tour of the kitchen, and the dining room, and shown the dishes already prepared, the drinks, including coffee and tea-making facilities, and the desserts, also pre-prepared. My job was to be the table-waiter, bringing the food to the table, taking away the finished crockery, and. The barbarian hips even started to move in time with movement up her pussy. Tara was fully aware now. No that was not right, every pleasure nerve in her body was screaming in her head but she could not move. The situation quickly dawned on her that she was being restrained by this monster. With normal strength, she might have been able to rip free but not now. Was it her fate to die from repeated orgasms? In the back of her head she thought that was not the worst way to die. And being tied.