He hefted the large melons and then pressed inwards mashing them against her rib cage as his arms pressed against her, holding her tighter.She loved t...e feeling of restraint and loved being held so tightly... it was like he was claiming her as his own and holding onto her so she wouldn't get away. Not that she wanted to–it had been a long time since she had felt this kind of embrace; usually, she just got a quick peck on the cheek or maybe a little hand holding. Her husband hadn't "claimed" her. Meanwhile, his bindings seemed to be more secure, while he watched his erection leak more precum, she stroked his arms and legs, to ensure he continued to leak more of his juice. Mr. Rugged had her on fire. His broad hair covered chest, with the classic hairline running to his cock and balls, was turning her on more by the minute, as was his mouth and talented fingers. He grabbed a stool from the corner of the room and put it against the wall so he could see her opening glistening with her. Your words do not. Let’s play some more of our 20 question game. Shall we??I wasn’t concentrating enough to spot his question and soon felt his grip on my pussy tighten. ?Well, shall we???Y ?yes Sir,? I mumbled.?Are you a virgin??Despite the dramatic way my situation had developed over the past ten minutes I still found this question stunningly intrusive and could not answer. I felt his grip get even more agonising and so, gasping, I said, ?Yes, Sir.??Really? So how is it that a 21 year old. She shyly looked away, and her right hand went to try and cover her face. Her embarrassment didn't last long as the next song got her moving again. Instead of dancing, however, she jumped back onto the bed and climbed back on top of me. "Now where was I? Oh yeah!"She squatted over me and as the music played, she slowly lowered herself. For the second time that night, my cock head slowly pressed into her fold. Not as tight as the first time in the car, but she still had a small pussy. Inching.