Though I’d never torn stockings before I imagined it wasn’t difficult to do. After all Mom got runs regularly. I purposely scuffed my feet along t...e basement floor with the thought they would run or develop holes. To my surprise, the stockings didn’t even snag. The floor was just too smooth. I approached Dad’s workbench and began looking at the different hand tools. I picked up a Phillips head screwdriver and punched it through the sheer nylon just below the welt of a stocking. A very small. This time I accompanied my slurping with a finger up her butt. I had to work it in slowly, she was that tight. Considered lubing my finger up but figured it would hurt more going in dry. Jasmin was really going to town on my cock. She would go all the way down to my groin, hold there for 5 to 10 seconds, then come up gagging. Then she did it over and over. I had to pull her off my cock or I would have cum down her throat – and I hadn’t even fucked her yet! First I wanted to see her get off. Her guards had fallen, one by one, until she was alone. Even Toad was gone. He had taken the last of her defenders and stayed behind to draw the Goomba away. If they were back on her tail, then she feared Toad was either captured or dead.Her bright pink dress was torn and her shapely legs were cut and bruised in several places. She was getting tired and the terrain was rough, but maybe there was a chance. If she could just avoid Bowser's minions for a while longer, she might be able to find. Sie stand jetzt direkt neben mir und fixierte weiterhin meinen Schwanz, bevor ihre Blicke zu meinen Augen wanderten und die nächsten Worte aus ihrem Mund kamem."Entschuldige wenn ich dich hier gerade gestört habe, aber ich konnte nicht anders als ich das Stöhnen hörte und dann sah was du gerade machst." Ich war mit der Situation völlig überfordert. Sah ihr tief in die Augen, konnte jedoch immer noch keine Worte finden.Ihre Blicke lösten sich langsam von mir und sie schaute sich nun das.