Presently I felt him kneel behind me as I kept sucking hungrily on Pete’s shaft. My hands were gripping his ass so I could keep him in my mouth and ...eaching my throat. My lust was on fire. He had my long hair bunched in one hand, holding it away from my mouth.I’d never had an eight-inch cock in me before and wondered if I could even take it but soon felt the tip of Simon’s as he held it between my pussy lips and slid up and down between the folds and rubbed my clit with it. The torment of. Hiss ... CRACK!The second cut was harder, but she was ready for it.“Answer when I ask a question.”“As the Master wishes,” she replied after some thought.“Well, they tell me that you have had more pricks than I have had hot dinners, and they say you have taken very good care not to bear a child. Both of those will change; you will be fucked only by me, and rarely at that, and then lick me clean. But you will most definitely not take any measures to avoid bearing me a child, or several if I like. We started rubbing against each other, moving together, up and down, going deeper. Hours had passed and it was completely dark by then. Our love making filled the night with sensual sounds and even the night critters had fallen silent. Hands held hands as I bounced up and down while he pushed his cock in and out of my gripping pussy. I loved the way he was calling out my name, I loved hearing his moans and groans, it only made me want to give him more. I started to hump on his cock faster,. . weak from lack of air... Her bouncing movements pull the noose ever tighter around her neck... now she can't breathe at all. Her eyes grow wide and her face turns red. She feels a delicious sensation beginning between her legs... tries to rub her thighs together... frustrated by the bindings at her ankles. She struggles, but weakly now. The audience's movements become more frantic as they see the bride's struggles slow down. A few have already come and are relaxing in the afterglow, watching.