"I can do that without even touching my pussy, just by clenching my leg muscles. People around me don't even know I'm getting hot, and that makes it e...en hotter for me! I was almost cumming when I got off the bus. And now I wanna fuck!" With that, she stripped off her sweater to expose those lovely little tits and very erect nipples.And fuck we did, right there on the sheepskin rug. My dick was hard in one second, covered with a condom the next second, and inside her in the second after that.. Ahhhhh, Please stop have mercy... aaaahhhoooooweeee".Fraser watched the eight thin red lines as the burnt angrily across her bottom, then walked around, the fear in her water filled eyes was just what he was looking for, "You sing just as I imagined, why don't I turn you over and do you a matching cunt and tits"?She was almost horse from screaming but she managed speak through her whimpers, "Look Fraser please no, no more for the love of god, don't hurt me any more. I can see you've got excited. She asked me if she could moan and I told her that she could and because she asked I fed her a strawberry. I took some of the whipped cream and put it over both of her breast and I licked every bit of it off. She asked me if I could kiss her all over and I told her I wasn’t ready to do that, I was too busy enjoying her nipples. Pinching them, biting them, plucking them and sucking on them. I was taking advantage of having these nipples in my face. Nipples like these had been the object of many. He lounged in his morning robe, its sides left untied, so that his lightly muscled chest peeked out at her. Marissa stood longer than she meant to, studying him. She suddenly found him staring at her, a strange expression on his face. “I'm sorry, what?” she said. Patrick stared back for a moment. “I said, did you have a good run?” Marissa blushed. “Yeah, thanks. It was cooler than I thought it would be.” She walked up to him and intended to kiss his lips, but at the last minute, he turned away.