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  • Chelsea had never experienced anything remotely like it: standing in front of a man and being told not only to strip but exactly what to take off and when, removing item after item under his gaze and handing each one to him as if slowly surrendering pieces of her will - which she was, and gladly. And when she’d finally placed her panties into his hand – somewhat embarrassed by the amount of lezzy moisture she’d felt there as she lesbian sex handed them over - and stood naked before him, she had never felt so vulnerable. Or so aroused. David had sensed this, apparently, for without any further attempt at foreplay he had simply opened and unzipped his pants and yanked them down past his hips, exposing his already fully erect cock. Then he’d reached down behind her knees and lifted her off the floor, simultaneously spreading her legs and slamming her back against the door as he thrust into her. It was overwhelming. It felt almost like a rape, almost like… The Director’s Cut of her fantasy had suddenly filled her mind: being held down and used like a slave-girl on the restaurant table. Oh God, oh God, oh God… . She’d come almost immediately, letting out an animal-like groan as she lezzies did. Then she’d wrapped her legs around David’s waist, meeting his every thrust with one of her own, reaching her second orgasm just before his first. Lesbisch They had both collapsed to the floor then and lain there intertwined, looking into each other’s eyes without speaking until their cooling perspiration made them feel chilly. David had stood then and shed his rumpled clothing before kneeling down to pick Chelsea up in his arms and carry her into his bedroom. That had been only the beginning of the most intellectually, emotionally and (of course) sexually fulfilling relationship Chelsea had ever experienced. And now, a year later, she and David were still head over heels in love with each other. They called and emailed and texted each other several times a day. They talked about everything under the sun. They loved being together and lusted after each Lesbos other unfailingly. They had long since moved in together and marriage was definitely something they both wanted when they were a little better off financially. For Chelsea it was the happiest time of her life and she believed it was for David as well. But… David had never spanked her again. And though in some ways Chelsea was glad about that, not wanting to displease him for any reason, there was something about that night that nagged at her imagination, a new film loop in the projector: not only being spanked by David, but spanked in a public – or nearly public – situation. Spanked the way he had spanked her in the vestibule that night, but the way she’d re-imagined it later, with her skirt up and panties down…and harder, and longer. They were usually able to communicate their sexual desires very frankly and openly. They had experimented with bondage and role-playing and had delved into the Kama Sutra. Chelsea had even bought David a remote-controlled vibrator to use lesbian on her sometimes when they went out. But for some reason Chelsea could never bring herself to mention spanking, and David never did, so it remained what Chelsea told herself was a tiny and insignificant lack in their otherwise magnificent sex life, not at all important. Except for that occasional annoying whir of the projector. I see her everytime I look at his face.” He was licking hard and deep. I heard some activity in the kitchen area but didn’t take much notice of it. All this time our two showers were pouring warm water down onto us and when we Lesbos finally stood up my hands were all white any wrinkly. After Sara and Paul’s obvious fight for their daughter and wife’s family to be accepted the town grew accustomed to them. More chapters will follow as soon as they are ready and will be published on lesbian here. "Only when you are completely ready," I said as we resumed our walk to her house. There was a booth with an amazing selection of Monster Battlers plush dolls she feared she might start collecting, as well as some fabric wall-scrolls that would look amazing in her little dorm room. When I got awake this morning, Mandy was still sound asleep. She shook her head violently. In my hand was a full measuring beaker. “I’m nervous,” I said. She apologized about the other guy she was jerking off. So it was more than a little surprising when lezzies none of us started our monthly flows two days ago. Some fluid ejected from her vagina, and when Vera looked, she could see Teresa’s powerful vaginal muscles flex as though she was pushing something out, although she didn’t look to be in pain. Your grandfather. I couldn’t resist a grope of her bum as she was Lesbisch trying to take the photo. Dakota puts on her cute pouty face but unplugs herself from my cock. “Good point.” He said lezzy with a wink. 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