”“I’ll take that as a yes. What don’t you like about it?”“I don’t know. Could it be that it comes with its own built-in restraints? Or m...ybe it’s the removable crotch piece once I am restrained?”Ignoring her fears, “How about the bars? Does the pressure bother or hinder you?”“The stupid things are fine, I barely feel them.”“If you were to design one like that without the rods and standard pants what would you change?”Seeing how I wasn’t leaving the topic be, “I don’t know why you like this one. Joaquin’s on top of me, pinning me down in the missionary position. He’s so much bigger than me. We’re both nude and sweaty. It’s clear we’ve been fucking for quite a while. My hair is messy, makeup running. I have a cumshot smeared across my cheek and in my hair. I can tell my husband is so turned on by the sight of me.He’s on top of me, dripping sweat. I am so overwhelmed underneath him. Joaquin looks deeply into my eye. He’s so gorgeous. His heavily muscled legs push my legs wider apart. My. She never minded my hard cock.One day when her hands got on my hard cock and it was obvious that there was nothing really to slip about, I asked, “are you trying to seduce me?” quickly realizing that it was an audacious statement, so quickly clarified too,” see, things should be clear, I hope you don’t misunderstand.”She confessed. But then she started lecturing about her loyalty in marriage and things like that. Her erotic moves did not stop. One day, she came in a sari. Only trousers and. "It's nothing."Clearly it was something. As he sat on the ground, he adjusted his swimming trunks more thoroughly this time. He dug his fingers in the front and shifted things around."Are you... hard?" she asked, which sounded more like an accusation."What? No. Are you kidding?"He sat there, still having a hard time adjusting himself.Finally, he confessed. "A little. I don't know what's going on. It's like, I'm not aroused, but there it is."He gestured down to his crotch area.Kristen raised an.