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Age: 21

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I started by getting her in the position she was in the car before I took her into my mouth. I traced her luscious pouty lips with my tongue, making it way down to her puffy hole. I was once again flirting with this cute little thing - the sign of the girl who wants to be submissive. Once again, I caught her staring ahead of me at the reflection in the rear-view mirror. I slowly made my way down her hips and finally down to her puffy hole. This time I made my incursions in a little more slowly, making her wait. Once again, I made my incursions in a little bit further, this time I made my incursions in a little while, too, as I got to where she was standing directly across from me. She heard a slight rustle in the air and looked up to see me grinning like a mad man as I wiggled my digits inside her. I once again had her caught in the act, working myself up a little quicker than before. I grabbed her by the arms, looking into her eyes, "You won't be needing this, will you." "I'll need it," she answered, her eyes still locked to mine. I made my way over to the lounger, lifting her off her feet. Once poised, I pulled her arms overhead and stretched her arms over her head, pinning them to her T and B. Once again, I was proud of the short skirt I'd passed through. It slipped up her legs and concealed her stockings. Since it's flat against her ass (and cushions her very thick calves and thighs), it created a more relaxed sex image. In this light, it almost seemed to me like a lace sundress.

I pushed closer to her head, pressing my lips against her ear. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked. Her smile was radiant, but deceptive at the same time. She almost sounded like the happy girl I'd heard in the movie, talking about the wonderful sex she was going to have afterwards. I took my cock and rubbed it along her cheek, my genitals nestled between her soft, silky shadows. Slowly, I pushed her ear further down, ensuring she remained completely silent as I began stroking my erect penis along her jaw line. I looked down at her perfectly rounded forehead, my cheek brushing her ear lobe. I pushed my hand between her shoulder blades and rubbed the soft flesh, ensuring that she felt me kiss her there too. I slid my hand down over her skirt, kneading her quim. When I reached her panties, I rolled them up, slipping my hand through the opening of her skirt. It was much thicker than I'd expected. I could see she was wearing a light. It made her perfectly beautiful. Her waist was high, the part by the rear of my hand reaching around her waist to full her arse. I quickly slid my hand back over her panties and pulled them down.

I pushed them down her legs to her ankles and held them there with my hand, the other hand folding in half beneath my finger. I added some more weights to the end of the clothespins, raising her weight off of the clothespins. She was starting to cry now, her hands shaking from the pain, the arousal, the desire. "Please," I asked softly, "please don't hurt me." Her breathing was shallow and quiet. There was something about her, the physical aspect of her, that made me wet. I made a mental note of how I had teased and bent her body to get a reaction from her. I wanted to get her to admit her desire to me, but there was also that special subspace somewhere between pain and arousal that made me wetter than I ever had been. I lifted the white lace top of her skirt up over her head, gathering the skirt around her waist, covering myself with it. Now was the opportune time to explore that special place. I looked down at her ass, pulled the elastic of her garter to one side, slipped the garter through the snap on her stocking, and between my knees, spreading her legs a. I knew that how open her thighs and back were, how easily I could see through her stockings. I pushed the stocking aside and let my hands roam over her back, down her arms to her butt. I cupped one cheekbone, lifted her other knee, pressed against her, feeling her soft skin against my hot flesh. I traced a trail up the inside of her thigh, following the garter between her ankle and hip. With one firm step I was behind her, her behind, their bodies now positioned on opposite ends of the handrail. I positioned my cock over her ass, pressing up against her ribcage..

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