Her ankles pressing harder on his buttocks. She worked with him, bucking her hips up to meet his thrusts. “Oh fuck” was all she could manage. Her ...ands roamed to his back and buttocks, hard and grooved in all the right places, he didn't slow and never paused, he was like a machine. She lost focus on all but his cock beating into her, nothing had ever felt this good. He shifted up onto his knees, took hold of her ankles and held them up in the air. His strokes shorter now, pounding even harder,. Her titty had felt really good when it bumped up against me on several occasions. I was still unable to come to any conclusions about what Jill's actions might have meant when that darn knocking started up again at my door.I opened up the door and was pushed aside by Donna as she swept past me and into my house. I followed her into my living room and watched as she made a beeline to my kitchen and the fridge to grab a beer. While she was gone, I quickly slipped into my favorite spot on my sofa.. “Little fucktoys don’t get to decide what happens.” Carol raised herself up and slowly pushed the bulbous head of the feeldoe inside. She groaned a low guttural moan as the silicone stretched her wet velvet walls. Her pelvic floor muscles contracted, clenched, holding it in place. She slowly ran her fingers along the length of the silicone shaft, stroking it as if it was her cock, her girl-cock.She brought her hand down hard on Emma’s left ass cheek. The crack echoed around the room, mingled. After he dispensed of the knife, he walked back over with a stun baton, he kneeled down and looked me in the eye and said in a thick Russian accent, “you still remain arrogant, I guess I can kill you and find another prisoner.” I just looked and smiled, and said with a smile on my face, “Master sergeant O’Neil,” and with that I spit on his face. He jumped back and kicked me right in my chest, breaking 2 ribs and fracturing my sternum. He walked over and put the baton back down, and grabbed a.