That didn't last long as Christine stepped in front of her, stuck her hands in one of the gaps, and tore the shirt open violently. Amber gasped as but...ons flew everywhere."Silence!" Christine demanded, grabbing her face.I could see the flush of excitement creeping up Amber's chest as she began taking rapid shallow breaths.Christine then moved behind her, pulled the torn shirt down her arms, and used it to tie her arms tightly at the elbow. They still weren't touching, but that wasn't really the. We turned the volume down and watched as a wife got plowed by a friend of a husband's who was filming. Jeremy is pretty shy, but I could tell his jeans were getting tight. He shared that he had always had a fantasy of being watched fucking his wife Amy.I told him I had always wanted to watch someone fuck in person. I didn't share that I have seen my wife fucked on three different occasions with me being a cuckold. He would get too freaked out by that, and he might tell his wife (my wife's. “Y-yeah, I’m Tommy. Nice to meet you.” Tommy extends his hand. “Name’s Tank. A pleasure Tommy.” Tank’s large caramel cream colored hand engulfs Tommy’s. Holy fuck his hand is big, it could probably fit around my waist. Tommy muses to himself while absent mindedly checking out Tank. The man is built like a Ford truck with muscles to match, his biceps straining against a tight red training shirt, and tree trunk like legs encased by a pair of what appears to be a set of black tights. He has coffee. Will she submit? Lila squirmed in her confines as Adam approached her, his demeanor hadnt exactly been sunshine and cuddles before, but now it seemed to grow even darker. His bright blue eyes had lost their humor and light, and instead had become filled with angry determination. Adam, please stop, She begged him. He said nothing and didnt even acknowledge that she had spoken. He crawled into the bed towards her and she writhed, trying in vain to escape his touch. It was impossible for her to.