I placed a hand on the back of her head, my fingers running through her soft hair as she unbuttoned the rest of my robe. Yavara pushed the robe off my shoulders, the cold air forcing a shiver from my body. She pressed her warm flesh to me, so soft, so enticing, and lowered me onto my back. Her hand gently gripped my ass and guided it onto the bed, her elegant fingers sinking into my cheeks, coercing an ache deep within my sex. She played the part of the bigger spoon in our embrace, her stomach pressed against my back, one of her legs wrapped over my own. Her hand moved from my glute, caressing her fingers along my waist before hovering over my womanhood. Her mouth withdrew from my own, and I followed it mindlessly, yearning for her endless kiss. I’d been so lost in her mouth, that I’d hardly noticed the position she’d put me in. I opened my eyes to see her burning irises, their depths wrought with love and desire. She touched me, just a caress, but it was the first touch I’d ever known from another. My state of hyperawareness caused the mere graze to illicit a whimper from me, and I was unsure why. Such a weak sound to come from me, when I thought myself so hardened and calloused. Was it a plea? For what? For her to stop, or for her to keep going? “Do you want me to feel you down here?” Yavara whispered, drawing a single finger along my slit. Oh god, it was like my entire being was naught but the flesh under her fingertip, prickling with longing beneath her touch. “I’ve… I’ve never-” “It’s a yes or no question, Elena.” Yavara teased while she continued to caress me. I felt myself opening, my petals blossoming and reddening to reveal the ovule within. Her finger became wet with my nectar, each pass only compelling more to flow. The aching within my depths intensified, the saturated walls pulsing with readiness. It was unbearable. I could feel the apprehension falling away, my internal armor shedding just as easily as my external shell had. Yavara cocked her head to the side, her other hand running though my hair, a knowing smile creeping across her lips. “Elena?” “Yes!” I cried in ardent surrender. Yavara laughed, kissed my neck, and sunk two of her fingers into me. A shot of pain arced from my penetration, and I cried out as I felt the warmth of blood leaking from between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, inadvertently trapping her hand between them. Yavara continued prodding into me, gentle whispers of encouragement spilling into my receptive ear. “The hard part’s over, Elena. It’s only good things from here.” I tilted my head back and gritted my teeth, waiting for Yavara’s promise to prove true. Her thumb gently played with my clit while her fingers slid along my ceiling, searching for my weak spot. She found it. My skin prickled with gooseflesh even as it flushed, and I shivered even as I felt a wave of heat burn from within. Hardcore Yavara’s eyes were wild with excitement above mine, her teeth pressed zealously into her lower lip. I knew in that look what she wanted of me. She wanted to explore me, to find my hidden places, indian and to unlock the secrets within. It was a power game for her, and god help me, I wanted her to have that power over me. She pressed herself closer to me, her juices leaking onto my backside, her flower opening against me. I tentatively parted my legs, and watched her smile broaden. Her robe is still open, as is her mouth and she is embarrassed beyond words. Her cock hung heavy between her thighs, the fleshy member resting atop a pair of oval balls confined in a soft silken sack. Leaning over, she ran her tongue up the crack of her ass, slipping it into her tight ass. I seized the doorknob, twisted, and thrust through the open door in the small bedroom. “Do you have a particular place you like to do it the most?” Phil asked, both genuinely curious and also trying to imply he had experience without necessarily lying. It was a display of affection, and it also gave me a great profile of Hardcore my friend’s cock disappearing into my wife’s mouth. I feel sorry for her. High heels, black stretchy dress a few inches above the knee, pearl necklace and earrings, hair up and curled, evening makeup, eye lashes and lips. She pouted. Gia indian just grabbed his cum coated dick and jacked the hell out of it. Will they welcome another rape from him?” Teri thought for a second.