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“Mistress Becky!” she whimpered as I worked it against her kinky sphincter. I remembered fucking that hole before I bred her pussy, making her wash my cock clean in her cunt. Her sphincter widened as the cone grew thicker and thicker. I twisted it back and forth, working it deeper and deeper into her asshole until it popped in, the handle nestled between her butt-cheeks. I picked up the ring connected to several straps. I frowned at it for a moment. It was meant to tie around something and... Was it a type of gag? It was a thick ring. It would force her mouth to be open wide enough to... suck my cock. My girl-dick witched as I brought it to her mouth. I shoved it in, forcing her lips and teeth to open wide. I secured it tight behind her, matting down her short, brown hair. She quivered, her breasts swaying, her ass nipples so hard. They skinny begged for the next items. I grabbed the clamps, a strange surge of lust shooting through me as I brought them to her hard nipples. I squeezed the ends, the mouth opening, covered in pink felt. I brought it to her nub and released it. She squealed through her ring gag. Drool ran down her chin as she whimpered. “That is kinky,” Karissa said over the PA. “But Sabrina loves it. Look at her back arch, thrusting her tits at Becky. Big Tits She wants the other one clamped, too.” “Yes,” I groaned, more pussy juices flooding out of my hot cunt. I picked up the last clamp and brought it to her nipple. I opened it and held it around her nipple. I just had to release black it and she'd squeal again. I clamped her nipple. She thick bucked. Her tits heaved. She moaned, her tongue wiggling in her open mouth. Her body quivered. My futa-dick throbbed, aching for the pleasure of using her body. I grabbed the last item, the leather strap. It was thick, like something a barber would use to sharpen his straight razor. I smacked it into my open palm. It stung. Sabrina quivered. I moved before her, feeling the audience waiting for this moment. He didn’t dare move. skinny I think you deserve a treat.’ Houston was the safest kinky place for us. “I don’t know. Things only got worse when Lana went away to college. But it did end. Anyone expect me caught on tape should be blurred so they can't be identified. You'd wind up in the hospital, and that would make us look bad to the school. I could barely get through class. It was Dean ass (my mate who is staying with me for a couple of days before he moves thick to a ski resort just south of here). This is something that, for the lack of a better term, I like to call her "piss-hole mound." My eyes trailed from the floor, up to her ankles, and then slowly made their way upwards as I gazed at her long legs, until finally my eyes came to rest on her Big Tits round ass that was barely covered by her yoga shorts. She stands and watches just like me. I decided it was time. My nipples ached in my dress, rubbing against the silk of my gown. The mirror against the wall verified black my suspicions that it was very visible, and she had definitely noticed. I was only listening for a few seconds when a coursed went through my body. His long deep thrusts were agonizing, but in a weird painfully good way. About five years ago she and I were talking about sex. Ohh! His stiff cock was sticking out and as Jenny pretended to shake his hand, he directed his thick boner into her grasp.