I hesitated, and Chris added, "But you should know that if you say yes, I intend to touch you. Tease you. Give you extreme pleasure. And ultimately, I will make love to you." Before I could start hashing out the pros and cons with my conscience, I slowly nodded, whispering, Hairy "Yes." He deserved a chance. After what he'd done for me in the short time we'd known each other, I owed him at least that. And I owed it to myself. To prove he wasn't like the other guys I'd known. "Good." He kissed me softly then pulled the covers off us both. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, patting and smoothing his hand fetish on the mattress beside him. "Come here." I was on my hands and knees before I understood what he probably intended. I froze mid-crawl, two thoughts registering in my head. First, the hungry look in his eyes while he watched me made me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet. And second, he was going to spank me. I was comfortable in my own skin despite some physical imperfections—every japanese woman has ways they wish they were different or better, even the skinny ones. I kept myself toned at the gym, a convenience and a perk of working there. I imagined him seeing the curves of my naked, fit body posed as though stalking prey, my messy, red locks hanging like opened curtains presenting my breasts, which were just about a good handful, nothing more. I did not miss the way the tip of his tongue darted out and licked his upper lip, his lower lip briefly rolling into his mouth when his tongue retracted. My breath caught at the second thought. He said he did not like to cause pain. I said I trusted him. Surely he would stop if I said he was hurting me? I could not deny that my curiosity was piqued, along with my arousal. After a couple of deep breaths, I was moving again. I refused to look at his cock when he helped me lay across his lap. I didn't need that distraction. But I became more nervous when it tapped my belly as I settled into the most comfortable position. I also noticed a slightly hard and cool sensation that I started to ask about, but his hand rested on fisting my exposed ass, creating yet another distraction. He caressed lightly, his other hand on the middle of my back. A moan escaped Hardcore before I could stop it. "Say 'red' if you need me to stop, okay? It's called a safeword. It's for your security." I swallowed heavily. I could do this. I wanted to at least try. "Yes." She said, “I get off at 7:30am, can we do it today?” Anything, to get his mind off the train of fuckall running rampant through that over-weighed cranium. Know what I mean?” I did--at least I thought I did. I guess Ms Martin really pissed off someone in college and they set both of them up for some Hardcore payback. Sarah: fuck! Marie could not move. Last night when I went to bed, I was seventy-five years old. My japanese pussy tingled again as I fingered his prick. She walked to me, her hands entwining anxiously in front of her, her gait stiff and nervous, her wings bent behind her demurely, and her smile shy and adoring. She struggles but the four armed men easily subdue her. Anna steps out and replied with a smirk “I recall you saying you expected her to 'look like a new woman’ so here she is.” My goo soaks through to Mommys lap. I took fisting my time, kissing all around the outside. He and Carrie never had passion like this, not even close, fetish and not even when they first got together. Stars danced in front of my eyes as I urgently thrust myself rapidly and repeatedly backwards onto her stiffened fingers, grunting with the effort of every eager stroke of my hips. “I like to be watched. She had less than two weeks to go before her Hairy birthday and she still had no idea what her mom was getting her. She was wearing jeans and blouse so she had to undo the button and zipper on the jeans to get her hand down into her panties. Ultimate Interface 1.0