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Manya was nude and outstretched now, her luscious ass resting on the edge of the dining table, with her cousin’s dick already testing her pussy entrance. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the hips, and continued to remain wordless as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his neck. This brought their bodies so close to each other that Manya whispered ” “Now Dan, in this place?” “Yes dear. I have to leave by the 8 am flight and you look eminently fuckable this morning. What has come over you?” “Just fuck me now darling cousin. We’ll talk later, ” whispered the ever lusty housewife. In that intimate position, the two of them had a long, leisurely fuck, driven by some confidence that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculously obvious place. They fucked and fucked, for ten long minutes with his hands squeezing and un squeezing her charged up BDSM hips and his palms occasionally rising to cup and knead her trembling breasts. They looked great together as they orgasm in unison, in one deliriously gradual wave, beads of sweat decorating both their faces. The beast bent to kiss his beauty for one last time that day. The beauty accepted his post ravishment kiss with smiling amorousness. Five minutes later she detached herself from his clasp, letting her legs drop down but still spread them lewdly on the table. Dan bent Slave and placed a long, lingering kiss, right on her pussy, making her gasp and moan all over again. He left her in that naked, well ravished state on her dining table. Chapter 7 Manya’s morning had got off to a rousing beginning with two superlative bouts of sex. One was hard and fast clamp with a young stud, while the other was a gradual, mutually seeking love making session with her cousin. The delicacy of the latter took her by surprise. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted zone, which was her hips and ass package. The entire mass of flesh was damp from sweat and semen. Her crotch and inner thighs were completely sticky and an ooze path had formed right down to her knee. Her pussy had been pulverized since the previous morning by four different men and she was feeling full down there as if it were a repository of sperm, of the dry, semi dry, wet, oozing, dripping – all kinds. The voluptuous mother of two sons felt deliciously juicy all over and her body ached more out of pleasurable impulses rather than any fatigue. Two explosive fucks in half an hour between quarter to six and quarter past six in the morning was a dream for any thirty six year old woman, even if she were as fully stacked mistress and deeply horny as Manya. She heard no audible sounds of movement in the house other than Dan in his bathroom and he would leave any minute now for his flight. She realized she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her Bondage pussy, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to load after load of semen deposit. She began to like this stickiness because it made her feel very sexy and did not allow her to take her mind off sex. BDSM Porn Of late she hated to think of anything but sex. He sighed. He tied her wrists behind her back with a length of hemp rope. Their father mistress pulled out the flare, shook it, twisted the top off, and stroked it. For those that haven't read my story about Brad and his girlfriend (you can read it on my blog) I ended up sucking off Brad in front of his girlfrend, actually I sucked him off as I fucked his girlfriend. She actually found herself wondering how she would taste when at that exact moment her day dream was broken by the lift door opening and a sweet old couple stepping in. "Du hast ja mal den mega DILF!" I BDSM Bondage tell you to move your hands forward so that the bra can be removed completely. Her head slumped down and dangled between her arms, her impossibly red hair dragged the ground. “Yes, I will,” I purred, my futa-dick throbbing in delight. "Thank you," I told her. What was also a bummer was losing the cooks. I was so hard. "suck him babe, see what he tastes like..." she encouraged Louise. His grimacing face was instantly buried in the crack of a woman's cleavage. His cock was projecting out the bottom of his underwear. I heard her shuffling around clamp on the BDSM Porn bed and then Slave saw her small round angelic face peeping over the edge. "You know I don't like a tease," he whispered, holding her hips down. I gulped. I grabbed her from behind in the kitchen and said. She blushed, but the crowd’s applause and whistles signaled that she hadn’t been caught masturbating. We were just having so much fun, we lost track of the time.” “That’s odd,” she said as she picked up her phone, “the battery is dead.” Her pulse was racing, and a second finger slipped into her again without warning. Stephen called me back from when I called him this morning. What if I was just two days late? Look, there’s something I have to tell you.” I could have sworn he was massaging David's cock through the thin barrier.