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My brain was taunting me with visions of pain. My heart was pumping a little harder. I closed my eyes and just concentrated on breathing and relaxing. She pushed her fingers and palms into my back and shoulders, her shaft moved up and back within the crack of my ass. The friction became familiar, bewitching and wanted. Her hardness and sensuality were enticing. My muscles relaxed and puckered, gauging her width and it's ability to stretch for her. It was offering her invitation, signaling my trust and readiness and want. "I see what you mean by rocks and bad roads now." *"Yeah just a little bit of stress and overwork." The tension in my body gave way to her kneading as her fingers deftly massaged the knots out of me. My hunger was growing from that same precision touch, the feel of her fingers pressing in my skin and the desires she held back that gave themselves away in sound. Slowly and deliberately she rubbed, and squeezed, and coaxed my senses towards pleasure as she kissed my shoulders, or nibbled my ear. Whispering how I felt and how bad she wanted me to feel myself around her. My brain was getting heady with desire, my body was consumed by the thoughts of the experience Celebrities it knew was coming. She kissed my neck as long rhythmic strokes pushed and pulled along me, steeling my cock. It grew uncomfortable between the weight of our bodies and the still, warm bed grinding up against it. Her hands rested on the small of my back, massaging, pleasing. She drew back her legs, and slid away from me. My lower body rose unashamedly, straining to keep the contact. I felt kisses down my spine, little light butterfly kisses that tickled and taunted and pumped my blood. *"Now who's the tease." "You're a good teacher and I learn fast." I couldn't see her face but I could feel the look. *"Cheeky cheeky bitch." I could feel the smile forming just under my ribcage. Her hands massaged and fondled, relaxing me, then I felt a slight shifting in their intention. Attentive thumbs spread me gently with purpose. I felt hot breath and moist tongue playing on the strained muscles she was diligent upon. She licked and probed with it, every sense I had focused on a twinge, right there. "This is so, naughty." The candlelight danced, hypnotically, transfixing it's light on the pillows and headboard. My brain ran out of thought. Little electric pulses shot through me, from the spot where her tongue touched then up, from inside me, to the head of my throbbing sex. Even my nipples got tingly. My words came out guttural almost unrecognizable. *"Oh fuck, everything, good, fuck, love your tongue." She just kept licking, echoing the noises coming from my chest. Her tongue left me, my body arched back and up looking for it. Every muscle in me went rigid as the cool of the mineral oil met the heat, that she had generated. Pressure. A slow dull pushing intrusion. It spread me open as her thumb replaced her tongue and drove methodically into me, pushing steady and deep until I felt the full force of her hand press upon me. The world just fell the fuck away, with an overwhelmed surrender. She teased it in and out, in and out, rhythmically and urgently feeling out those buttons again and this time, knowing where to press, she had no problem driving me crazier. "Oh this looks so fucking hot, your ass is sucking me in." If I could avoid being tied to the dog, it could be like being licked. "Okay, sweetheart," I said before I kissed her. I want you to lick it all over, like you were doing to my tongue a few minutes ago." “She said an experienced woman’s opinion, Furia.” Eva sneered. Been a helluva day. Came another blow and I let out an audible gasp. And it come from the room next to me. “Ummm, do you hear that Lily…? Ben led the way down a hallway, eventually opening a door labeled “Courtroom 7.” The Celebrities trio made their way down the aisle and took their seats behind the prosecutor’s desk.
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“Umm-umm-umm!” Stacy hummed as her body began to shake and clench. Her tiny pussy clamped onto Cindy’s fingers as they pumped in and out of her gushing twat. Cindy used her thumb to swirl around Stacy’s clit as her fingers fucked her virgin pussy repeatedly. Stacy gave one, long, high-pitch squeal as waves of sexual bliss rolled over her. Her body convulsed as she came. As soon as one wave began to subside, another one began. Her lithe body was wracked with good sexual feelings. Her cunt, tits and ass were alive with orgasmic pleasure. “Oh-fuck I’m-your-little-whore, I’m-your-little-whore, I’m-your-little-fucking-whore!” Stacy cried out, babbling while cumming, over and over again. She relived the sexual images of Mr. Wilson’s spurting cock, and the naughty, sexy morning the two of them had on their walk and at the mall. The images intensified her orgasm and another huge waved crashed over her. Just when she couldn’t take any more, the tingles lessened, as she kissed her lover passionately, enjoying the last vestiges of her orgasm. “Oh, Cindy! That was the one best yet!” Stacy sighed, hugging her friend. Cindy simply kissed her again. “Want me to do you, now slut?” Stacy asked. “Would you?” Cindy replied, already knowing the answer. She was horny too, and needed release. “Let’s get out of the water though,” Cindy suggested, and pulled Celebrities her friend towards the pool stairs. They climbed out of the water, dried off, and Cindy laid a towel down on the spongy rubber pool deck in preparation for their tryst. She took Stacy’s towel and laid it next to, and behind her own. She got down on all fours and wiggled her ass at Stacy. “Well?
She was sitting in a chair with people behind her looking at their laptops. My eyes widened Celebrities in realization. “Funny how all the women around you seem to be psychos, huh?” Diamond sneered, “But I guess it’s just your bad luck; there’s certainly not a common denominator.” “Look Dear, the Hampton house was nice, but it was Bob’s house. Then I rolled her onto her back and laid down beside her. I ran to the bookshelf, undid the hidden latch, and then burst into the room.
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