“I met you fifteen minutes humiliation ago,” she said, pulling away, but staying within inches of my lips. “I knew my last girlfriend for fifteen months, and that still went down tied in flames.” My hands slid down to her thick hips and every ounce of hesitation was gone. Amy was mine and I was hers, with no more issues, halts or questions. “Oh, fuck,” she cried out, as her back slammed into the wall. Her arms were wrapped around my neck, and my hands held on to her more than ample butt. The jeans she wore seemed to barely cover it, and the denim was on the verge of breaking, just the same as her cotton t-shirt. Meanwhile, one of her hands slid down my chest and past my stomach, before finding its target. The one good thing about her ex’s clothes being enormous, was that her fingers had no trouble slipping down my pants. “You like that?” she asked me, though she already knew the answer. It was clear that she could read me like an open book, and she knew how much I wanted her. I was already hard as stone before she slid her hand down to my manhood, but the feeling of her soft fingers wrapping around me only made me grow longer and thicker in her hand. Slowly, she drew her hand back and forth, as my oversized jeans completely fell off, leaving me stark naked and pressed up against her. “Goddamn, you’re good at that.” “I’m glad you like it,” Amy said, jerking my cock until precum started to stain her clothing. “We don’t want to ruin your clothes. You should probably get that shirt off,” I told her, feigning concern. With a wicked grin, she pulled her hand off of my cock, and yanked her shirt up above her head. I grabbed it and threw it aside, anxious to be rid of every barrier between my body and hers. “Quinton? You seem distracted.” She feigned innocence, but she knew exactly what part of her was drawing my attention. Lucky for me, she was just as excited as I was, so by the time I had the chance to ask her, “Do you want to move over to the couch?” she was already halfway through unhooking her bra. It hit the ground halfway to the living room, and BDSM it was only seconds after domination I Bondage fell down on the couch that she climbed on top of me. A soft sigh escaped Amy’s lips as I took one of her erect nipples into my mouth. The rest of her skin was just as soft and supple as her breasts, and I made it my mission to explore every inch. I started at her right breast, sucking on it, deeply, before moving on the left. From there, I kissed my way up to her neck, leaving a trail of red markings leading up to her lips. After that, I came back down, letting my tongue and my fingers find their way down her stomach and stopping at her jeans. “Fuck.” “Do you want my pants off, sweetie?” “Right now, I wish pants hadn’t been invented.” She laughed, but I was way too horny to be ashamed of my own bad one-liner. Mirna just stood staring at her half nude husband and nude me with plenty of cum all over my face. Upon further inspection, Rico realized that he had been tied up with four different pairs of pantyhose, one tied around each wrist, and one tied around each ankle. She had never received cunnilingus before and the sensation of this man french-kissing BDSM her cock hole sent a thrill running up and down her spine. She let out small involuntary moans through the gag, turning her head to level a glossy stare at Sam as he tied Bondage returned with Trevor, a bag in his hand. When I assisted domination her off the table to her feet she asked, "What would your mom say if she knew you ate me at her table?" The dog pulled free and I watched as thin cum dripped down her thighs. My tongue darted and danced. He started to quicken his pace and slam in and out humiliation of her. She hasn't reported back to her UPP mentor about her status yet and was way overdue. She peers at me askance. Am I right?" "Well nice to meet you Dante, I'm Kayla and thanks for the ride." “Oh, you naughty bitch. I licked my lips as I watched her throw herself back at me, her perfect ass running me over while I stirred up her insides.