Hot teen amateurs at the club
To be her maid of honor.
He'd been an adult. Surely he could have said 'no' and stopped it.
Palms only; not the riding crop or flogger he'd also said he liked on the list. And my hands or arms needed to be restrained in some way.
I gripped his arm, trembling despite no longer being cold and wet. He tipped my chin up.
If you hadn't walked by, it would have been someone else. I had no expectations for it to go beyond that night.
Suddenly, he smacked my pussy and flicked my clit full-on. I screamed, unable to close my legs due to his position or spread them wider because he was gripping my right thigh, holding it in place.
Repeating from back to front, weaving patterns he knew from memory. We'd done this so many times, I knew myself just by feel that this would be the basic version.