The heat rises, Cléo shivers, trembles...- Rô... Rodol... Fo. I... Mmmmm...The voice comes out whispering, terrified, in love...- Kiss... Kiss me.He...obeys, and his tongues are rolled up in inside their mouths. Without realizing it, Cleo fells a volume, a pressure right in the middle of the legs... Right in the middle of vagina. The heat rises, the atmosphere is like an oven.- What's that?- That's me.- Oh, my God! Your hand?! Aaaiiiii Haahhhh...The male hand and the long fingers go deeper and. I waited, my legs still wrapped around his broad back, content to lay under him, full of his cock and cum until he wanted to move.I had left Jay's apartment after our last evening together listening to him chuckle as I carefully took smaller steps than usual to give my abused hole as little further pain as possible. Jay had fucked me three more times over the course of the next several hours, taking longer and longer each time to shoot his cum. My ass was sore and hurting and I had begged him. A playroom adorned an array of bdsm equipment, restraints and fetish clothing, along with Vicky’s prized coffee Coffee table, designated by Peter as the centrepiece upon which Vicky would be fucked fore and aft, doggy style by her clients.These ‘improvements’ to her home, were first seen by Vicky when returning from her few days at the spa hotel with Olga, and whose reaction upon seeing her beloved home transformed into little more than fetish orientated whorehouse cum film studios, had been a. All I knew was she had to be sixteen since she drove a car, a very hot car and she had a great pair of boobs.So the next day I asked around and found out she was Cassandra Collins, a hyper-smart junior and part-time model who was taking an advanced physics course and statistics at the college. I also learned that she didn't hook up as far as anybody knew. Ice-cold one guy said, blue-baller.Anyhow, I ate quickly and hurried out to the parking lot and found her car which wasn't hard since it was.