Her hand descends, parting her lips and stroking the length of her pussy before she plunges two fingers deep inside her hot, dripping tunnel. Her othe... hand is quickly sucked on before it descends to her clit, rubbing herself hard and fast. Relaxing her body in his arms, she rubs and fucks herself faster and faster. Her fingers plunge deep and rough into her hole. Her hips rock and buck to meet every thrust. She’s held there within his arms, with his lips and teeth on the nape of her neck, and. “ ... it serves an extra purpose today ... when he hangs, the pleasure of the rope will have him yearn to defecate in the total submission it awards him ... the plug will see that he knows the pleasure of denial by womanhood, owned, even beyond death.” Creed was yanked up on the leash, to have the submissive desire on his face witnessed by the applauding women, Constance’s smile supreme, in successfully priming both he and a small portion of the feminine audience he’d face, for the fate he’d. The bus was rocking us from side to side as we course through the town, and every time we turned left me hand would squashed her tit again. Once we hit the dual carriageway it was four miles of straight road. The Lady then whispered to me. “I’m Julie, what’s your name?” Her arms unfolded and she rubbed her right hand the whole length of my thigh and back. I gulped and then answered her. “I-I’m Greg, Julie.” “Happy to meet you Greg!” Her hand kept stroking my thigh, my arousal became. The wet, tender tunnel of love in Charisma's brow plopped androse, plopped and rose upon Tiffany's erection, drenching the shemale'sgolden tresses with its juices. The fluids from the tight littleforehead-cunt, bathing Tiffany's hair, eyebrows, forehead, and temples,washed into her eyes, making Tiffany blink and gasp. The nectar fromthe sorceress' forehead-pussy smarted when it trickled into theshemale's eyes. As much as she could, Tiffany tried to participate intheir lovemaking, lifting her.