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"Don't pinch so hard." The pinching continued. "Ouch! Hey, that hurt," she said harshly, but the shaft of a juicy dick was laid across her lips, pressing against her to silence her protest. The man across her ribs started flicking her nipples and smacking their tender nubs. It hurt, but it was getting her much more aroused than the pinching and twisting from before. Hands grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart, unwrapping them from around the man's waist. She felt her feet being pulled back and the man with his cock against her face grabbed her ankles. Her pussy thrilled and begged to be sated. A second pair of hands moved from her tits to grip her calves and a third pair stroked their fingertips along the back of her thighs from her knees to her pussy. As the three horny cocks throbbed against her lips, nestled in her cleavage, and rubbed against her dripping slit, she felt truly dominated. As the silky, swollen object of her desire pierced her helpless form she let out a long, resounding cry of years of pent-up frustration and longing finally being fulfilled. When his member stuffed her to its fullest and his hips touched hers, she felt like she was lost in a dream. The most wonderful sensations she had ever felt washed over her as his dick throbbed powerfully, sheathed to its hilt inside her. She was brought to the brink of her orgasm, longing only for him to fuck her harder than she had ever been fucked before. He stroked her exposed inner thighs as he savored her pussy, letting himself hover on the brink with her. Finally he slid himself out of her tight slit and she released a long pent-up sigh of pleasure and frustration. "This is probably isn't him," she thought, "He would want to watch first." His fingers roamed slowly across her pussy lips, ass, and hips, teasing her before he continued. His hand smacked down, spanking her open pussy and eliciting from her an exhasperated gasp of longing. All three of them laughed at her plight, waggling their dicks on her as she squirmed under them. The head of a cock touched her pussy lips and waited. Fingers splayed arcoss her nether regions, holding her down and framing her pussy. With a frustrated moan she wordlessly pleaded from the depths of her soul to be filled with his manhood. Then finally it thrust into her, bottoming out hard before pulling back for another thrust. Her head flew back on its own as her orgasm rushed down on her like a tidal wave, her mouth locked in a muffled scream around the balls she was sucking on. Thrust. The hands holding her ankles made her feel trapped and helpless. Thrust. The hard cock throbbing between her tits made her feel sexy and wanted. Thrust. The palms cupping her calves made her feel dirty and enticing. Thrust. The fingers framing her pussy made her feel dominated and desired. The cock in her pussy swelled to its fullest and started to throb. She knew it was pumping her full of cum and knowing it was probably not her husband made her heart race as she rode out her surging climax. The balls in her mouth were removed, releasing her orgasmic scream to ricochet thorugh every corner of the house. As her spasms subided his still rock-hard dick pulled out and her cum catcher was left grasping indian for him in the waning tides of her ecstasy. To her surprise there was nothing but her own wetness dripping from her snatch and she thought, "He didn't cum? Then that's definitely not him; he doesn't have nearly that much control." Jill stopped me when I went to shift sides again. When I entered it, it was as dark as Manny had described, so I made a note to install some battery operated dim lights to guide the way down the corridor and I noticed that the floor was packed dirt, so that would have to be upgraded, also. Sage was very successful $$$ wise though. I groaned and forced myself to stand. “Well, they won’t seem cool ‘till you’ve read the comic,” Brian admitted, removing the helmet and running a hand through his hair. “It's in the indian apple juice, she drinks the stuff damn near every day. Unfortunately, I will never know. I take after my mom when it comes to sex, I am a one of the horniest girls ever and I LOVE sex, I love everything about it, so I am exactly like her when it comes to sex. “Mmm, we'll get there.” I leaned forward. He pumped her slowly, working his cock deeper each time slowly withdrawing it until the ridged crown around the head appeared before pushing forward. The second time Lonnie came to my studio I asked her out, the fourth time I seduced her on the studio furniture. “I’m still human,” I whisper to myself as I look in the mirror. I can’t remove it unless it cut down.* Manju: This ring will also prevent you to wear western dresses. or