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His cock’s girth felt massive as her tiny box gripped it, trying to milk him of the payload it wanted. In and out he thrust, as the two of them groaned with animalistic sounds. Amy’s body convulsed again to reveal the arrival her second orgasm of the encounter. It enveloped her body, and after racking repeatedly with pleasure, for what seemed to be an eternity, she was spent, her cuffed body collapsing to become one with the bench. Amy felt Eric withdraw his bulging cock from her dripping wet pussy. Cuffed and blindfolded, she lay helplessly prone, waiting for Eric to release her and roll her over, so she could finish him with the orgasm that he had earned so well. Suddenly, Amy felt the firm grip of Eric’s palms on her ass and a firm pressure as they parted her cheeks to expose her anus. Exhausted, blindfolded and bound, she now realized that her previous wish for her lover to take control, to take what he wanted without asking and in whatever manner he deemed appropriate, was now. “You and your stupid, fucking, snotty little Blog”. Pippa’s fingers ran amongst my hair, digits entwining themselves amongst the fine strands, pulling down, making my chin rise as my mouth fell open and the skin on my neck reddened, flushed from my rapidly beating heart and shallow breathing. Her teeth nibbling up the highly sensitised, exposed skin behind my ear, her fingers pushing between my already dampened quivering thighs as they forced their way up towards the swollen, juicy delights of my pussy. “I never trusted you”. A moan trickled from my lips as Pippa’s nails grazed between my labia, parted them to reveal the soft, sodden trough between my tense clit and open, needy pussy. My eyelids drooped, half closing, sight slightly blurred, my body caught between the memory of Pippa and I, limbs entwined, sucking, licking and fucking each other to endless glorious orgasms, and the here and now, my thighs parting involuntarily, my arse cheeks clenched and svelte me lowering my.
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