Archives for 6 November 2008
School girl bondage
The pulsating stream of water spewed inside her, splashing against her
cervix, clitorus, and vagina walls. It felt like millions of tiny fingers were
fondling Francine’s snatch. Francine was moaning with passion! I rotated the
massager in circles, intensifying her pleasure. Her body was one massive
convulsion. In her frenzied movements she kicked off her high heels. It
floated, spike up in the water. I sensed my wife getting closer to her release. I kept the nozzle firmly
against her cunt lips, giving her a final few tormenting blasts of water,
before all hell broke loose. “Mmmmm, mmmmm,” she muttered through the gossamer
gag as she was caught in the turbulent throes of a sense shattering orgasm,
which encompassed her body like a blanket.