수줍은 인도의 비탄 도착 에이 미각 의 에이 거대한 딜도

And remember to have fun, okay? You are on your once-in-a-lifetime honeymoon, after all.” Holly’s body moved to the side. She could feel the drawer slide underneath the bed, feel the change in position as she was hidden underneath the bed, out of sight and out of mind. She thought she could almost hear the panel click shut. The video turned back on, and once again there was nothing to see or hear but Lena and Michael’s heavy petting. Agonizing waves of electricity were running through her body. The dildo felt like a burning brand. It was searing every inch of her pussy, burning it away under a branding iron in the shape of a dildo. It made her want to jump up and run, to reach out and tear the dildo away from her body, but she her body didn’t budge no matter how hard she fought against the bondage. She utterly helpless, in the truest sense of the word. The pain grew worse, and Holly suffered. In the video, Michael and Lena were now both partially undressed. Their eyes were hooded with pleasure, almost ravenous for the other’s body. Lena’s breasts were open to the air, thick cream globes with heavy nipples that her husband seemed to be utterly enthralled by. He couldn’t stop touching them. He brought one to his mouth, and Lena arched her back and moaned as he tenderly sucked her nipple. His cock was rock hard and coated in a thin layer of precum, a sticky layer of visible excitement that seemed to cling to Lena’s indian quite feminine hand as she played with his member. She timed her leisurely stroking to match the pace of Michael’s sucking. Holly finally reached the topmost level of electric torture. It was indescribable. The pain the merciless voltage brought was something beyond words. Every muscle in her body was clenched down in an attempt to move, to escape in some way from what she was feeling. In the video, Lena was close to mounting her husband. She was straddling his waist and lining his cock up with her pussy. She teased his bare tip against her slit with bright, lusty anticipation. Holly both felt and heard something above her. It was a heavy creak, like something had fallen onto the bed. Then, a few seconds later, it repeated. Only then did Holly realize it was someone, not something. Michael and Lena were right above her, less than a foot away. They were free to do whatever they wanted, to touch and kiss and fuck as much as they wanted. They were probably fondling each other right now, playing around just like in the video while Holly was trapped underneath the bed. She was forced to suffer. She couldn’t do anything but ride through the electric torture her while her husband fucked another woman on her honeymoon bed. The electricity reset. It went right back to level one, and the agony died away, replaced by the lightest of light tickling. With the bullet vibe still gently buzzing away against her clit, Holly felt something beneath the terrible ache still throbbing through her tortured sex. It was something that, given enough room to grow, could quickly begin to resemble real pleasure. In fact, it was almost astonishing how quickly her arousal flared, now that the electric flow was no longer agonizing. It was almost like she was actually enjoying the horrible, terrible situation. “Fuck me harder, daddy, fuck me. I’m gonna cum, daddy, oh, you are making me cum!” she squealed. Putting a hand on his shoulder she shook her head no. I tried to pull back, aghast at the suddenness and violence of indian my cumming, but Jim holding my hips, held me close. Rosie was not as pretty as Laura, but in my half sleep state, and in the early morning light, she sure looked good with my cock in her mouth. I said I would just wait out here until each of them finished cleaning up. They all watched me because I would have a starring role in his game and it would have to be a good performance. It took a minute for his head to make its way through my tight hole. She again felt an unexpected nervousness now that there were two boys staring at her. “Not too hard baby!” I told her. Mr. Carrozza’s class, to my surprise, was boringly easy. His adrenalin pumped up and he told, "Sorry my son.