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TheSlave
Date: 5/26/2016, Categories: BDSM Author: klammer
... to have her way with him. Sara had become increasingly rough and cruel when it came to Ross. Ross even suggested that since Linda was already prepared for Friday, 6:00pm, then things should change. When asked how, he suggested that the ‘party’ for her begin at 6:00pm, just as planned. But, he added that since Linda was going to be off on her birthday, that maybe he should start, first thing in the morning, when she first woke up. Both Brenda and Sara were very excited by that idea. The entire event was agreed on, but Ross wouldn’t give any details, telling them that he had several ideas of what he could do, adding quickly that Linda would not be hurt and would enjoy herself. Besides, you can always hear the graphic details that night, over dinner. The two women agreed. Brenda also told Ross that he would remain restrained, but that a little accommodation might be made, just for his sake and Linda’s. They finally agreed to give Ross full reign to use his imagination. Ross just smiled, promising that Linda would be very well taken care of. Both of the girls were a little worried about the situation, but knew that one of them would be home at all times, throughout the day, if needed. The conversation had gotten so exciting and arousing to Brenda and Sara that they hadn’t paid any attention to Ross’ genitals. Ending the conversation, they stood up to leave, and only then noticed that he was rock hard, his cock held down by his crossed legs on the floor. Not only was he ...
... dripping, he was literally running like a faucet. Obviously, he did have some ideas of his own. Brenda couldn’t help but notice that she too was about as wet as she could get, creating her own fantasies about being taken by Ross. The sight of his hardness popping out as he stood up didn’t help her any. This early in the morning, it did look yummy to her, and she hadn’t had any breakfast yet. Sara was almost to the door when Brenda told her that she’d be upstairs in just a minute. Oblivious to both of them, Sara said ok and bounded up the stairs. Brenda immediately walked over to Ross and undid the loin cloth, telling him that a chamois loin cloth could be easily ruined by moisture if not properly taken care of. Tossing the soft cloth aside, Brenda stepped in close to Ross, almost chest to chest. He was hard enough and wet enough, that just her movement toward him caused his cock to slide up her stomach. She slowly put her arms around his neck as he bent his head down, softly kissing her on the neck and earlobes. Her breathing became erratic as she pressed harder into him. Ross reached between them and undid the sash of her kimono, pulling the sides back and away from her. Adjusting his position, he easily pressed his cock into her stomach, and then pushed a little harder, forcing it to slide downward against her pubic mound. Slowly moving up and down, his cock was digging into her soft skin. By now, Brenda was just hanging onto Ross as she felt his hand move down between her legs, ...