She Takes Tongue And Cock!

Growling softly in her throat she arched her neck over her panting slave’s loins, tracing the contours of her cunt lips with a soft wet tongue and then darting the tip small tits between her cheeks into the pink, puckered ring. Carissa whimpered and ran her hands languidly along the back of the sofa, slowly rolling her head from side to side and baring her teeth in a tortured grimace as she fought to keep control of her traitorous body. Teeth and nails ran over her quivering flesh, nibbling and scratching from her heels to her neck, never breaking the skin yet always threatening to draw blood. With one finger Vasiliki tilted Carissa’s chin up to suck a mouthful of her white throat into her hungry mouth. This tender, teasing torment continued relentlessly until her thighs began to quiver and her breathing became hoarse and rapid - then Vasiliki sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth. “You are on the very edge” she remarked. Helpless, Carissa could only groan and nod her head. “Then you know what to do” she went couple on, handing over the plug before returning to her own chair and her bottle of wine. Carissa carefully buckled the thong to the back of her belt while Vasiliki regarded her with cold amusement. Wincing and panting, tight she forced the broad plug into her moistened arse and then pulled the attached leather deep between her cunt lips and up to its fastening in the front, pussylicking never taking her blue eyes from Vasiliki for a moment. “Now attend to your face and hair” she ordered, “and wear the white cotton frock - and the high-heeled boots. Then we shall go to Susan’s villa and see what she does with you”. Soon they were making their way along a winding road back up the hillside to where an isolated and derelict Venetian villa looked down over Baphoria’s harbour. Night was falling, and as soon as they were away from the edge of town Vasiliki bent Carissa over a rough stone wall at the side of the road, swiped her arse twice with a braided leather dog lead - just to leave two red marks - homemade and secured it to her collar to lead her onward. “I think I am coming to like Susan” she observed, suddenly talkative after a long silence. “She is evil to her slaves - quite brutal. Before the first of these cannibal victims washed up on the shore of Barataria I even hoped that she might be the one, if only we could have found a way to make you disappear”. She sensed that Carissa wished to speak. “Yes”? “I - perhaps I can do that” she stammered. “I think about it all the time - and I found a blog about Dmitri which said that some of his women may have been falsely reported missing in an avalanche. I could do something like that. I don’t know”. Her voice trailed away. “We must be completely sure” Vasiliki pronounced. “And I know that they are out there, watching me, waiting to make contact”. She set her jaw and quickened their pace. Mumble mumble mumble. His head lowered, he kissed over the thin lace covering her pubic mound, his face reaching the warmth between her thighs, teased her. reaching down and spreading her cunt lips. The light surged with such intensity. "Now look homemade here-" "That was Sadie, you remember her name, don't you? I clamped Mrs. Armstrong's left nipple as Stefani snapped her clothespin on the right. Her cunt was pussylicking still sore from yesterday but Ryan’s thick cock showed her no mercy. She small tits shrugged her shoulders and said, “It was great for me, but he needed to know what a man feels during sex,” Her green eyes watched him longingly as he placed a hand on the small of her back to steady her as he lined himself up again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She was the first high-elf to undergo the transformation, though she would not be the last. You look…Amazing! “Treadmill.” She released one side of my face only to grab my semi-erect cock pulling on it, making it hard rather quickly. Hauclir eyed the man's malicious smile with trepidation. I could tell she was close to orgasm because her moans and cries were becoming louder my balls tightened l thrust my shaft hard into her hole and began to empty the contents of my balls deep inside my sister Sally, Sally let out a gasp as my couple steaming hot spunk began to fill her womb. No more cumming with me. No more watching me tight fuck all those women.” Me: “Dayum, you got a stunning bod, wanna lay on the bed for me?”. In one sense she was the first real Sri Lankan he'd ever met. You can go back to your sixth-period class. He wondered what it would be like to lower the zipper of those jeans, to see her waist wiggle as it slid off. She was doing a good job. “Fetch me a beer woman and make it snappy.” Tom joked. Jenny then went into her bag and got out a pair of little red, silky, bikini style knickers and a short T-shirt.