You give my ass a slap and watch my cheeks jiggle. Before they can stop you grab a handful of each, feel my pussy again, and slide your cock back into...me. I can’t stop moaning as you slam me from behind. You spank me and I scream your name, you spank me harder and I scream again. You grab my hair and tilt my head back while you continue to thrust, harder and harder. You flip me over one more time, and again we lock eyes. As you lean down and passionately kiss me, you untie my bounds. I grab. She said yes immediately.I got in my car wearing khaki shorts, hiking boots, a shirt, a red scarf around my neck and a hat. It looked to be a warm day. Swinging by Barbs house, I had to do a double take before I realized it was her I saw. Normally she was dressed rather plain, but not today. It was, I don’t know, something like ‘functional slut’ gear. Hiking boots with socks sticking up a few inches, cut-off jeans (let’s be honest, they were more or less Daisy Dukes…) with a belt, a tie-blouse. It was my time. Atleast, my first of many times. Flicking off the thermostat I press my strong hand against the door, pushing it easily out of my way and walk into the cold room. Skirting the edge of the room I walk to the far end of the room to my wall of toys. Running my hand slowly along the cold counter I sea the shelves, searching for the perfect toy, and then I find it. It is only about 3/4 of an inch wide, but 12 inches long. The entire length of its metal surface coated in sharp metal. Bhot accha lag ra tha or alag c bechaini o rai thi. Hum dono ek dusre ki aankho me dek rae the. Fir hum alag hoke naith gae. Den fir smooch krne lage.Mene hath uski chaati pe gya or uska b. Fir m hath uske boobs k upar laya, OMG ya cheez the wo. Pehli baar kuch aisa touch kr rat ha. Fir mene halke se uske boobs press kiye. Or wo boli sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss….Vishal………fir men ek baar or dabaya kapdo k upar se hi. Wo halki si uchli. Or muje kaske hug kr lia. Humari sanse or tezz o gait.