.The guests had moved closer in a circle to watch the defloration in all minute details....He withdrew his cock a bit and once again forced it deeper ...n the next stroke...The cock was meeting with some resistance as I was virgin." Hold her firmly under you....Be slow but stroke her firmly...Keep the pressure...." Aunty was advising Rahul.I could feel his cock was trying to force it's entry deeper and deeper at every stroke with greater force...This continued for some time...Then I could feel. That seemed to do the trick because I popped her sphincter easily and slid inside all the way up to my balls. We paused momentarily just adjusting to the feeling of giving and receiving. Her face in the mirror in front of us was a study in desire and disgust. I know she was mad because she was independent enough to want to be in control at all times but taking it up the ass like that robbed her of her ability to feel in charge.When I paused to catch my breath, she just pushed back and my knob. The walls of her cunt fill her senses with what they are taking in between them. Her eyes focus on his face.“Fuck...” he breathes heavily. “The sight of you and the feel of you surrounding me is so hot and welcoming.” He rolls his hips, pulling back barely any before shifting forward and causing her to tighten her thighs against his hips.“Robert...” she whimpers. Even though he has not done very much, she does not think that she can handle any more. Her nerves seem to be on fire. Her body. The airbrush was cold going on. Funny on your arms, exciting on your nipples, downright weird on your nether regions! They spray up to your collarbone. Then he came back with a gold spray and did me in a variegated pattern. Pretty soon I looked like a harlequin. Then the strange part, as the master used an artist’s brush (duh!) and painted feathers all over me in shades of purple. The sensation of a tiny wet spot stroking a half-inch at a time all across your breasts and down your abdomen.