She shut them and switched to licking the underside of my shaft. I was getting harder and harder watching this torrid performance, set to the music of...Vivaldi and all taking place in my lap. Suddenly the aria ended – allegro con brio. She stood up and performed a brief set of choreographic moves to the music of the maestro’s recitative. Turning to face the window, she unbuttoned her skirt, peeled it off and threw it on the floor. She had absolutely nothing on underneath. A hand grasped my. . One heavy thurst..“ahhhh” the snake has enetered the valley of joy…nipple pinched.. Lips locked …. Rhythm of union fills the room…“ohh.. Please … ahhhh… you are biggg…. Ahhaaaa”Her moaning was making him more horny…he started moving faster pinching it her faster as he could… she was moaning like never before … she shuddered … yesss it was her first orgasm with kamble.. Her juices were started flowing…kambale felt like he topped his school exam.. And she realise its not look its size matters. We did not talk to any of them since we had no intention of taking any of them back to the hotel with us. I was just happy to be going back to the hotel with my girl.Later that night she woke up horny and ready for sex. This time she put on a condom to protect her tender penis. It gave her less sensitivity but she was able to fuck for a much longer time before she came. I liked having her inside me and fucking for a long time but after she had her orgasm and pulled her dick out of my ass, I was. Both women wore ornate eye masks, which completed their alluring yet slightly menacing appearance. Mistress Whiplash stared at me impassively when she became aware of my presence. Her expression was stern and unyielding. It filled me with foreboding as I began to speculate what the consequences of my inappropriate fantasy might be. ‘So, you decided to turn up?’ she asked coolly, studying me with a look of disdain. ‘Yes, Mistress,’ I replied apprehensively. ‘Are you ready to be punished for.