That was at least three orgasms later, though it was hard to count because they all seemed to run together.She urged me up and I rolled from between h...r thighs as I moved up. Katie rolled onto her side and wrapped me in a tight hug, kissing me deeply and tasting her own juices, which were smeared all over my face. I think tasting herself like that surprised her because she pulled back quickly.“Is that what I taste like?” she asked.“Uh huh,” I nodded. “I think you’re delicious.”“Kind of an. Thankfully, she didn’t need a corset but did need more assistance including a final button. Petticoats were cumbersome, regardless of the year. The only real change from the original attire was another set of two-inch heels.Cat really liked the pearls. Little tells, like playing with her earrings and bracelet throughout the day emphasized that.At the end of the day, the mutters about the ‘stupid dress’ occurred more and more. I thought that I would save similar outfit types for punishment in. My fingers were pretty slim and her fluids made a perfect lubricant. I could feel her sphincter was relaxed at first but tensed up a little as my finger reached further inside her. She winced a little, letting out a quiet sound from her voice, clamping her lips, and then she looked back at me over her shoulder as I stopped about halfway."Does it hurt?" I asked her, softly squirming my fingers inside her, and she moaned, almost complaining as she felt two fingers go into her virgin. . you wonder what other secrets I know of you. Can I read your mind? How else would I know to lean forwards in conversation at the precise angle to give you a view of my heavy bounteous breasts and giggle, so as to shake them just enough to remind you of your first crush… your slightly older neighbour who you spilt many a cum for on warm summer nights as you watched her speak on the phone through the window. She always leant on her elbows, squeezing her creamy breasts until it looked as though.