She just looked at me and said, "Fine if your not going to eat me, then fuck my brains out baby!" This is what I had been waiting to her to say, and w...thout hesitation I pulled her hips up to mine and started to rub the tip of my cock against her pussy. She was screaming at me to put it in so finally jammed it in as hard as I could. I was in my big sister. She screamed in pleasure as we rocked back and forth. "Ugh, ugh ugh!" was all the sound I could make as I could feel my balls tighten. I. She is just the wench to be used, a bondage whore. A good submissive slut.Behind her, on his knees, is a white man. His head is completely covered by a black leather hood, no eye holes, a gag in his mouth. A penis shaped gag. He fucks his wife in the ass. To please his wife, and his Master.The wife , a 43 year old lady from a wealthy Brahmin family in India, proved to be a slut at heart. But it needed guidance by a experienced slut trainer to get rid of the modesty imposed on her by her strict. I sat up on the bed and he stood between my legs. I didn’t need to be told what to do. I gently gripped his cock and put it to my lips slowly sucking it. He looked down at me, his face void of expression. He firmly held my head in place as I took him in long, deep strokes. I gently cupped his balls in my hand, slowly massaging them as I gave him oral pleasure. I ran the tip of my tongue down the side of his cock. I brushed it against my face before sucking it again. I teased it lovingly. As they slowly shed their clothes, they began to get a feel for each other, so to speak. After every item of clothing shed, a new moment of exploration occurred. As Lynx’s shirt came off, Becca and Gracy explored every inch of his abdomen and back. Soon all of their clothes lay in a pile on the floor. They paused, sitting naked on the bed, unsure of how to proceed. Becca broke the tension by leaning into Lynx. She looked deeply into his eyes, and kissed him. She grabbed his shoulders, pushing.