She was almost too weak to thumb the switch on the base of the vibrator to end its maddening buzz. She tossed it aside, ran her fingertips across her satiated body, lightly pinched her nipples, anointing them with her love juices. Layla opened
gay chained male her eyes and regarded herself in the mirror suspended above the bed. Her legs were spread wide apart, feet planted on either side with her stocking clad knees up, the bare skin of her open thighs contrasting to
gay chained male the black lace tops of her stockings. The vibrator lay on the bed beside her hips, a loyal friend, now silent witness to one more of Layla’s punishing self-gratification sessions.
With fingertips still buried in the folds of her bald pussy she diddled herself lightly, enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm. The
gay chained male other hand lay across her breasts; in the mirror she seemed attempting to cover them out of some false sense of modesty, yet this only served to add to the overall effect of pure sin. Her hair was spread about her head over the sheets; she was wild in her abandon. She was a purely sexual being in a total animal state. When she closed her eyes the image of
gay chained male Ludlow’s giant penis returned to tempt and torment her once more.
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16m
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 16m: Spanish Honeymoon Part 13
(Copyright 2002 by PAUL C. All rights reserved).
All events and characters are fictitious.
* * * * *
Jenny.
"Wave good-bye to your boyfriend." Rogers sneered at me as we watched
gay chained male Paul climbing into the plane. "You won see him again."
"You bastard." I shouted. "What do you mean?"
I struggled against Juans grip.
"You don honestly think they are going to let either of you go, do you?" Rogers stepped closer.
I could smell stale beer on his breath and it didn look as if he had washed or shaved in a couple of days.
I heard the engine running and turned towards the sound. I wanted Paul. I could see him looking at me. Then he turned his head towards his passenger. The plane was starting to move.
"Lets get out of here." Rogers said.
Suddenly his hands were on my body and I was lifted and thrown across his shoulder driving the air from my body. We
gay chained male were moving between the trees that flanked the trail to the top of the hill. I couldn see
gay chained male the plane. I could hear the sound its engine getting further away then suddenly it was louder. I tried to look up
gay chained male but Rogers hand on my buttocks held me in place on his shoulder and kept me from seeing it.
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