Although the girls uselessly strained at the cuffs, they were held securely as ten strokes landed across their thighs before the machine edged its way...back up their bottoms.Still the girls strained at the cuffs as they cried out as the strokes continued relentlessly, but no compassion was ever given once the machine was set and the girls stayed bent over, their bottoms soundly thrashed, unable to prevent the constant attention of the machine’s painful cargo.Well before the strokes ended both. He should study the hues cast along her skin and how the shape forms an inviting pathway to her cunt and note the similarity of tint to the shading of the artful folds into which his cock will slip. But this comes as an evening of urgency. He barely samples her taste and the sensitive nub of her clit before he knows the moment of first joining must begin to allow some lingering after. He leaves his admiration of the subtleness between her legs for another day. Tonight, he basks in the slick. His hand stayed on my thigh andcontinued to absently stroke my gauzy pantyhosed legs as he watched TV.I reached out stroked his hairy chest with my red nailpolished fingers.We lay like that for about fifteen minutes until the cop show finishedand then Robby abruptly turned off the TV with the remote and turned tome and said,"Now where was I? About here if I remember rightly," and his hand slidover my tight, panty-encased cock.I moved against him and kissed him deeply and slid my hand under. We both had a beer in hand as we watched the game and watched our team start losing terribly. Eric had decided to go in our room and play a video game, while Roger went to bed early because he planned to leave early to go camping the next day. As our teams' score went down the drain, we downed more beers to keep cheerful and relaxed. I was enjoying sitting next to May and feeling her warm body against my own. I had always had a thing for girls and had recently had my first girl on girl.
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