Her body jumped, her thighs parting gently to allow him access to her treasures. His finger slid easily up and down her slick lips, her hips beginning...to sway gently.She sucked in her breath when she felt his hand move between her legs, her legs parting willingly, groaning softly as his finger found the soft petals of her sex, pushing apart her lips until he found her warm insides. Her hips began to move with the finger that rubbed her, up and down, his finger thick, like a small prick. She. She wore fairly short skirts and every time she leaned over the table to shoot, you could see her tight, tan, little ass peeking at you from behind a pair of white lace panties. It sure broke your concentration.After several weeks, it was obvious that she was the best player there. We knew it, and she knew it. Then the little leather paddle appeared on the table one Friday. On the leather was embossed, "Honey's Stinger." After that, whenever the balls were being racked, she would wave her. I was rock hard and ready to get fucked like a bitch."One last little bit bitch, then I am in you."Mistress spooned what i cold only assume was the last bit of cum out of the dish, placed the spoon round side down on my fuck hole, and pushed it in me. i could feel that it was full of cum. Mistress pulled it out of my asshole."You are lubed up, inside and out with your cum, and my cock is ready for you. Take a deep breath slut."i did as i was told. when i was full of air, Mistress jammed her. Testing my taste buds, I repeated my taste test on the other nipple and easily proved my strawberry hypothesis. I loved strawberries, I loved tittie nipples, ergo; I loved suckling Cassie’s amazing nippled protrusions. Cassie’s hefty tits offered unblemished canvases on which I could draw imaginary lip-paintings with my tongue. Her mounds of mammary flesh were kissable, all-day-suckers. I didn’t kiss or suck them all day, but I did take a good deal of time enjoying the fleshy fruit of the.