You run a hand down my hips, over my sweet, flawless buttocks, and under, pulling my leg slightly up, the better to eat me with. Neither of us are in ...he mood for subtleties, so you let loose your lips upon me, lapping up my juices, running your tongue up and down my slit, your fingertips reaching for my clitoral hood and pushing it back, letting your tongue flick and tease and lick, feeling my body shudder over you with each swift movement. You feel my leg wrap over my shoulder, as you push in. What must she look like, displayed as she was? "Ah, Megan, my wife," murmured Sir Henry --- reading her thoughts? --- "You are a beautiful specimen of womanhood. Your breasts are like those of a classical statue, fine hemispheres, and you will have plenty of milk for our child." She felt his hot breath as he kissed her swelling flesh, and then a hot tongue encircled her left nipple, the first time he had actually touched it. An unfamiliar tingle of excitement seemed to radiate from the. "When I came back with the drinks, both girls were still wearing their gowns but now sat with a space between them on the couch they had covered with towels. When I sat, Diane commented, "For such a big one, it shrinks down a lot. I think I like both sizes."Darla told Diane, "It feels so neat when I can stuff it into my soaking pussy and feel it grow back to its full size inside me. The best is when he comes the second time and I make him stay inside me. He goes soft but I work my hips and. How she was a common harlot, how she belonged in a Bangkok brothel, how she would gladly take any sailor with tuppence to spend on her charms. And at that moment, she knew it was all too true, for too long she had let her desires go unsatisfied, and it had reduced her to this, she was no better than a bitch in heat as Bradley so plainly put it with another slap. This time, as she neared climax, Mr. Bradley did not relent, did not stop, did not pause. The dam broke within her and she collapsed.