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And her ass fat was wobbling out of control."Grab my ass baby! Grab it!"I had been fucking her long enough to know what she meant. She didn't want me to just grab her ass. She wanted me to control it. She wanted me to clutch a handful of skin and ass fat in each hand, and pull her ass cheeks out of our way. It was hard to do, especially with so much heavy meat warbling around. But when her ass cheeks were moved out of the way I could plunge even deeper into her pussy. And she loved it."Fuckin'. I could feel my bum glowing as she whipped me again and then the back of my thighs. I tried to move away but she moved with me and hit me again and again. Then she moved again and silence. As I relaxed she whipped my breasts. Not as hard as before but with the clamps still in place it hurt. Then my stomach got the treatment and then she hit me between the legs. I was in tears by this time and struggled but I was tied tight. I was in the verge of mumbling “silver” when I felt her fingers rubbing. As I leant against the door I heard none of that. I only heard silence but I knew that in that silence there would be touching and intimacy taking place. We used to do it back in those early days together, Abe would be no different to me in touching her; stroking her; feeling her. Abe would be exploring her body just as I had done. I didn’t wait around for long. I heard them kiss and I heard Trish say ‘Goodnight’ to him. It was also time for my bed and time for my next stage in cuckolding,. I could smell the oil on Pam's long slender neck, her oily back pressing against my hairy hard chest, and that tight little ass continually making small circle with my rock hard cock balls deep in her hot bowels. I began making circle motions with my finger on her clit, then would stop and stoke it between two fingers like a very small cock, then back to the circular motion. I squeezed her large firm breast and rolled her thick nipple between my finger. I could still hear my wife moaning and.
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“Where’s that bee sting?” he asked. I turned around and put my ass up in the air and put my finger on the underside of my ass cheek right where it meets my thigh. He slowly knelt down and carefully began looking. “Maybe you want to have a look at this one yourself?” he asked gentlemanly and began to stand.“It’s okay,” I assured him, “I’m not that shy.” I reached through the front of my legs and pulled my bathing suit aside, probably a little too much. He settled back down into a crouching. My mom was quite angry to all. She spoke first that, ladies, its enough, you all better stop discussing and bitching about me. I know what i did was what i wanted to do. But things have changed now. Suddenly anita aunty said, are you sure? I mean u can still do it, at least you getting the chance to do it. Mom said, if i do again its my choice, i wont disclose to you ladies. They all started playing games and party is on. I forwarded, the game truth and dare begins. It was anita aunty’s turn,.

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