wiggled under his nose.
Casey has a genius for sweet-talking girls, putting them at ease, and making them feel beautiful and appreciated. Within five minutes, the two were smiling at each other, and enjoying sweet, pecking kisses on their faces and necks. I saw the anxiety and shame vanish from Becky’s face, and the sly way she brushed her breasts and hips against Casey’s body. His cock rose up in admiration of her beauty and coy sexual overtures.
Monique glanced at Becky, flabbergasted as the redhead drew up one shapely leg, caressing the inside of Casey’s thigh with her nimble foot.
Monique looked back at me, twisting her shoulders. “ Sacre bleu , Steven! What would you imagine we do? How can we embrace like this? How can we make love?”
“How shall we do it?” I asked.
She bent toward me, shoving her shoulder against mine. “You lie down on your back, mon cherie , and I’ll ride on top of your hips.”
I grinned and lay back, using my legs to center my body on the bunk. My cock was already throbbing in full erection, my pounding blood making it dance. Monique swung one leg over me and scooted forward on her knees until her black-velvet-haired pussy hovered over my pulsing cock. Its creased pink lips glittered with her love-juice. With a long, blissful sigh, she slowly sank down, the furrow spreading open as it swallowed my overjoyed manhood into her warm, moist clasp of Venus.
I gazed blissfully at Monique’s full breasts hovering above me, jiggling and jouncing as she began a sensuous cycle of stroking up and down. Her warm velvet thighs moved against mine, awakening lust’s sweet, sharp ache in my belly.
“Oh, monsieur Trent, you’re cock is so big and long, it fills my pussy with feelings of delight.”
“Monique,” I whispered hoarsely, “your body is a vision of feminine perfection!” My cock rejoiced in the warm, sliding clasp of her sensuous love-grasp, and the way her pussy hair caressed my crotch. I moaned as her slow rhythmic stroking coaxed a fiery lust into my belly.
Oh, this beautiful, captive Monique, her body being permanently naked in bondage, all of us helpless captives in this sex prison, locked together in this cell. Strange as it was, fucking her was a fantastic paradise.
She moaned and tilted her head back, closing her eyes. A celestial smile beautified her ruby lips. Her voice was low and soft. “Sacre, I never dreamed of this, of being forced … so naughty,” she blushed. “We are like farm animals, forced to breed in the open, exposed to stares, while Big Dick, like the farmer watches us fuck, grinning and clapping his hands.” She lowered her head, her raven tresses caressing her breasts. Mon Dieu , it’s awful! Wicked. So depraved! — but…”
“But?”
“But all so—so,” she lifted her face to mine, her coy eyes wet with tears, fluttering her eyelashes, her luscious lips curved in a mischievous smile, “...so wonderful! ”
Casey’s heavy breathing was amplified by the smooth, close walls of our cell. Becky, his redheaded petite beauty, knelt between his widespread legs, bent low, her lips kissing the tip of his cock. Her hot pink tongue darted out, teasing and caressing his manhood, making Casey squirm and shiver with delight. With his eyes closed and his arms strapped behind him, he was totally focused on the staggering sensations spawned in his cock by her busy mouth.
Becky tilted her head forward, sweeping her pageboy silk tresses across Casey’s hips and belly, caressing, tickling and teasing his naked skin into a turmoil of goose bumps.
“Oh, god! Oh, god! It feels so wonderful!” His hoarse words and groans communicated the unbounded intensity of his carnal hunger. His quivering belly and thighs revealed his lustful agitation.
Becky released his cock from her mouth and lovingly kissed Casey’s knobby tip again and again, all around its swollen pink surface. Then she vigorously stroked its quivering length with her lively
Casey has a genius for sweet-talking girls, putting them at ease, and making them feel beautiful and appreciated. Within five minutes, the two were smiling at each other, and enjoying sweet, pecking kisses on their faces and necks. I saw the anxiety and shame vanish from Becky’s face, and the sly way she brushed her breasts and hips against Casey’s body. His cock rose up in admiration of her beauty and coy sexual overtures.
Monique glanced at Becky, flabbergasted as the redhead drew up one shapely leg, caressing the inside of Casey’s thigh with her nimble foot.
Monique looked back at me, twisting her shoulders. “ Sacre bleu , Steven! What would you imagine we do? How can we embrace like this? How can we make love?”
“How shall we do it?” I asked.
She bent toward me, shoving her shoulder against mine. “You lie down on your back, mon cherie , and I’ll ride on top of your hips.”
I grinned and lay back, using my legs to center my body on the bunk. My cock was already throbbing in full erection, my pounding blood making it dance. Monique swung one leg over me and scooted forward on her knees until her black-velvet-haired pussy hovered over my pulsing cock. Its creased pink lips glittered with her love-juice. With a long, blissful sigh, she slowly sank down, the furrow spreading open as it swallowed my overjoyed manhood into her warm, moist clasp of Venus.
I gazed blissfully at Monique’s full breasts hovering above me, jiggling and jouncing as she began a sensuous cycle of stroking up and down. Her warm velvet thighs moved against mine, awakening lust’s sweet, sharp ache in my belly.
“Oh, monsieur Trent, you’re cock is so big and long, it fills my pussy with feelings of delight.”
“Monique,” I whispered hoarsely, “your body is a vision of feminine perfection!” My cock rejoiced in the warm, sliding clasp of her sensuous love-grasp, and the way her pussy hair caressed my crotch. I moaned as her slow rhythmic stroking coaxed a fiery lust into my belly.
Oh, this beautiful, captive Monique, her body being permanently naked in bondage, all of us helpless captives in this sex prison, locked together in this cell. Strange as it was, fucking her was a fantastic paradise.
She moaned and tilted her head back, closing her eyes. A celestial smile beautified her ruby lips. Her voice was low and soft. “Sacre, I never dreamed of this, of being forced … so naughty,” she blushed. “We are like farm animals, forced to breed in the open, exposed to stares, while Big Dick, like the farmer watches us fuck, grinning and clapping his hands.” She lowered her head, her raven tresses caressing her breasts. Mon Dieu , it’s awful! Wicked. So depraved! — but…”
“But?”
“But all so—so,” she lifted her face to mine, her coy eyes wet with tears, fluttering her eyelashes, her luscious lips curved in a mischievous smile, “...so wonderful! ”
Casey’s heavy breathing was amplified by the smooth, close walls of our cell. Becky, his redheaded petite beauty, knelt between his widespread legs, bent low, her lips kissing the tip of his cock. Her hot pink tongue darted out, teasing and caressing his manhood, making Casey squirm and shiver with delight. With his eyes closed and his arms strapped behind him, he was totally focused on the staggering sensations spawned in his cock by her busy mouth.
Becky tilted her head forward, sweeping her pageboy silk tresses across Casey’s hips and belly, caressing, tickling and teasing his naked skin into a turmoil of goose bumps.
“Oh, god! Oh, god! It feels so wonderful!” His hoarse words and groans communicated the unbounded intensity of his carnal hunger. His quivering belly and thighs revealed his lustful agitation.
Becky released his cock from her mouth and lovingly kissed Casey’s knobby tip again and again, all around its swollen pink surface. Then she vigorously stroked its quivering length with her lively
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