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Him hard. Gentile tugs in his hair and the feel of the dildo still in his ass were driving him higher then he'd ever imagined possible. He could feel Her pussy tightening against his tongue told him that She was right on the edge of Her orgasm. He worked even harder, trying to get Her there, wanting to give Her as much pleasure as he was feeling. But just before She got there, She pulled back once again. She took a condom and rolled it down his pulsing erection with Her lips and mouth, and it ...
Slightly spread open for her. She didn't speak for a while. I could hear myself breathing and I was nervous. My cock was hard in anticipation of what might happen. Then, in a matter of fact tone, she whispered, "Spread." Dutifully, I reached around with both hands and opened my ass cheeks wider for her. My wife sighed and then chuckled. "You do look rather like a sissy, don't you?" "Yes, Goddess," I said. "Perhaps later I will have you help me into my strap on so I can abuse your sissy ass. Would you like that, boy?" "It does not matter what I like," I whispered. "True. ...
I was crumbling with every passing second! I was genuinely frightened at the prospect of letting her 'play' with me with these instruments of pleasurable torture, but the excitement that coursed through me was greater than the fear, although fear at times can also be an aphrodisiac - well it can with me anyway. She placed the 'toys' back on the hooks on the wall and walked over to the spanking bench and manoeuvred it to the middle of the room. "You ready then?" She smirked, raising her eyebrows ...