Babe tied in cellophane gets flogged by two guys

Wendy had her blonde hair gathered in a French braid which gave her a regal look and left her smooth forehead bare. She had a heart-shaped tits BDSM face, her chin narrow, and wore a white blouse that didn't do much to emphasize her breasts. Her skirt fell longer than mine. “You okay?” Wendy asked. “Oh, no!” gasped Victoria, staring at me. She was a brunette with plump lips and curly hair. It spilled around her face. She fetish had breasts as big as mine, Slave her stretchy top, a riot of tied-dyed hues, clinging to her round mounds. “What's wrong?” “I didn't tell them,” Pita said as Bondage I reached the trio. Her eyes flicked down to my bulge. She licked her lips. Her curly, brown hair framed her tan face. “Tell us what?” Victoria asked. She took my hand when I reached her. “Did something happen to you, Jenny?” Wendy stared at me, her eyes wide. She clutched her hands before her like she was about to pray. “I, well...” My cheeks burned. My futa-dick twitched. I was still hard from that glimpse down my mother's blouse and her innocent hand falling on my knee. “You see... I have a condition. It, um, manifested yesterday.” “What sort of condition?” asked Wendy. “Is it serious?” “No, it's...” My ears burned now. I took in a deep breath. I had to tell them. This wouldn't stay a secret. I had PE later on today. No hiding my cock in a locker room full of girls. “I came down with Futanari Syndrome.” She didn’t seem mad, but I got the feeling that she simply didn’t want to talk about it yet. People, their husbands as well, who knew them would never be able to imagine such big changes in both the girls. Slave Please? “As much as me.” Megan asked. "Can I...help you?" he asks haughtily, looking down his nose at them. She bucked, groaning, shrieking, and howling all at once. Her whimpering grew louder and she edged closer and closer to the orgasmic cliff. I could tell that this was going to work. “No, no, I liked the stories. Ralph saw the three tits hundred dollars in his shirt pocket. I ask as I continue to admire my moms body “Ms. Albertson!” gasped Jen, her cheeks going red. that thick so I motioned him over and opened my mouth, He fetish didn't have to be asked.. He fucked me. Her pussy got tight and she was moaning as hard as she BDSM could. I Bondage slid my hand up to her lips and she sucked it clean of any cum residue from her blouse. Her doctor had used small packages of silicon to breathe new life into her breasts and her tight fitting denim shorts helped hide the fact that her ass had fallen a bit over the years. A guy kneels in front of my face and when I open my mouth he shoves his cock in till his balls are resting on my nose. “Yeah, that's probably about right.