“What’s that for?” I asked. I smiled back and said,
“Come on Mistress, your turn.”
“What! Indian sex And what’s with the bondage stuff?”
“The jury is still out on these things, Steve thought that I might like to try them.”
“I don’t fancy them myself.” Isla replied. When I managed to lift my head I saw Steve standing in front of me with a big grin on his face. “Hell yes.” Isla replied. When I mentioned it to Isla she wondered what time the convention closed. Steve easily carried me over to one of the sponge mats and lay me down. “I hate to say this Steve, but where are our clothes, I’m freezing and I need to put my dress on.”
“Me too.” Isla added. Because of my thoughts I hadn’t taken much notice of it but when the cover came off I saw that it was ‘different’ to the exercise bikes that I’d seen and used in the university gym. vanessa.asslr.org Read 6270 times |
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His cock looked quite average, and even though my pussy was leaking like a sieve, I gasped as he entered me.
