1. Sex in the dressing room Part 1


    Date: 11/17/2014, Categories: First Time, Hardcore, Voyeur, Author: safeandsane02, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    knew without looking that he was particularly well endowed. The length of him felt like a hot brand against her back, and she wished more than anything that her hands were free so that she could wrap her them around it and see just how big it really was. The damn lady was still yammering into her phone. At least she wouldn't hear them if she was busy talking. Simon kissed her neck again and pulled her shirt up over her breasts, completely exposing them to the cold air so that her nipples became even harder. He kept running his hands up and down her body for a time, touching her everywhere except where she wanted to be touched most. The bastard was absolutely torturing her, and she couldn't even move. He locked eyes with her in the mirror and slowly slipped his forefinger into her waistband. Then he began slowly running his fingertip from her hip bone and back around to near her ass, then back up to the front. It started with just his fingertip, but he began slowly working the finger deeper, getting dangerously close to her hot mound without ever actually touching it. Her lips formed a small O as she fought to control her breathing and keep from making any noise. Valerie couldn't help that she was naturally loud, and she was terrified that somebody would hear her. She didn't care to think about how much trouble they would get in if they got caught. "How many guys have you fucked, Valerie?" he asked as he began to undo the top button of her jeans, his cock still pressed ...
    firmly against her. Why would he possibly want to know that? Do I lie? Does he want me to be more experienced? Less? "And try don't lie to me. I'll be able to tell. I'm good at reading people. If you lie to me, I'll have to punish you." He's a fucking mind reader. "I... two," she said, hoping she hadn't failed some test and condemned herself to a fate of more unbearable torture. "Two? I thought all you college girls were supposed to be slutty and rebellious, getting back at Daddy and all that. Do you hate your daddy?" He undid another button and ran his finger back and forth along the inside of her panties' waistband. She could feel her wetness sticking and unsticking to the fabric with every pass that finger made as it slowly went lower and lower until it was lightly brushing against her immaculately trimmed pubic hair. "No, I don't hate my dad," she said. "And I'm not a slut." He undid the last button, and she had to spread her knees to keep her jeans from falling all the way down. To her chagrin, there was a dark splotch on her white cotton panties where her juices had sopped completely through. "Keep telling yourself that," he said. She began to say something, but he stuck two of his fingers in her mouth and thrust them deep enough that her eyes watered and she had to fight not to gag. He withdrew his fingers and grinned at her as she coughed. "You were saying?" Her anger got the best of her, and she raised her voice. "What the hell did you do that for? You don't have to jam ...
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