Julia de Lucia puts a lollipop in her vagina fo...
i remembered the novelty of my smooth hairless vagina and the slick frictionless sensation of running my hand over my bare skin.
julia moved up along side of me, so close her arm grazed my side.
her vagina clamped down like a vice as the orgasm overtook her, and julia flung her hands out, onto sarah's head, and pushed her face onto the whole length of her own clit.
she pushed upward, rubbing her vulva against sarah's face as the orgasm ever so slowly subsided--thankfully, sarah's fingers escaped in time.
i didn't say anything to julia and i don't think julia had expected me to say anything. she took my wrists, bound in the handcuffs and raised them above my head. julia clipped the ropes end to my cuffs and, puling on the end of the rope next to the side of the sturdy looking wooden bench, she pulled my arms up straight above my head. the rope was so tight i had to stand up off the bench, which is apparently what julia wanted and she made off the rope to some fixture on the side of the bench. she moved the stool away and there i was, practically dangling. julia moved right in and took off my belt, unzipped my jeans and pulled my pants down to my ankles.