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A few more snips and rips and the sleeves were rendered strips of cloth. What was left of her blouse was left hanging around her waist. “Marvelous. Simply marvelous,” David said in a low hissing whisper. Naomi saw that his eyes were staring at her 34-D breasts in their lacy light gray bra. Her breaths were coming in telugu gasps and her mounds were bouncing in their cups. His hands took possession of her breasts and she mewled in protest, but she also admitted that his caresses felt good. Naomi could tell her nipples were hardening and she was angry that her body was reacting to being forced. David’s thumbs flicked over the hardened bumps inside her bra cups. The lacy material combined with his handling of her breasts was only increasing her arousal. “Time to get rid of this.” His hands grabbed the bra cups and the garment was no match for his strength. He tore the cups open so all that remained was a few lacy wisps of fabric. Naomi closed her eyes and her head whipped back and forth, further disheveling her hair. Feeling her breasts exposed in such a sudden and controlling manner was something she had never encountered. She was being forced against her will. Raped. David’s hands returned to her exposed mounds, his hands alternating soft caresses with hard, demanding rubbing. He pushed both of her breasts flat against her chest, her erect nipples poking against his palms. He then rubbed and rotated his hands, massaging her mashed tits into her torso. Naomi could feel a tingle in her spine and her breasts, and the feeling was transferring itself to her vagina. She was becoming fully aroused by this forceful foreplay. His thumbs and index fingers captured each turgid bud and twirled and teased them, flicking them and making them dance at the tips of her mounds. “Tell me you want my mouth on your tits.” Naomi’s eyes snapped open and he looked into his steel blue eyes. She wanted to somehow keep resisting. “No,” she hissed in a low whisper. His fingers squeezed her nipples, twisting them painfully. She gasped and thought he was trying to pull them off her breasts. With an agonized sigh that whooshed out of her lungs, Naomi knew she was beaten. “I … want … your mouth … on my chitoor tits.” “What was that?” He was further establishing his control. She threw her head back and in a loud voice indian directed at the ceiling repeated her request. “I want your mouth on my tits.” David’s mouth then covered her right breast, his lips, tongue and teeth expertly working on the tip of the mound and the alert nipple. It was already a hardened nubbin, but it seemed to get harder and bigger as he displayed his oral skills. Her other breast was being fondled by one hand while his other hand moved down to cup her full and firm ass. He pulled her lower body toward his and she could feel his erection through his shorts and her skirt. She couldn’t be sure, but it felt like a small log. David switched breasts, the one he left was slick and shiny with his saliva. He plastered his mouth to the other mound while his hand worked on the other breast, rubbing his spit over the nibble and teasing it back and forth. Her legs were getting shaky and she felt like the only thing keeping her upright were the restraints around her wrists. “You want this Master.” He smiled and took the blue pill and swallowed it. She walked around the desk, sat down and continued talking as if nothing had happened. Meanwhile, there was still Annabelle. All she felt was this overwhelming sensation pulsing from between her legs. “Phil didn’t even need my consent. Reaching under him, she playfully stroked his sheath, getting his cock out and exposed. Taylor moved one of her hands down to my crotch, groping to feel my cock through my shorts. Would she wonder why I was turned on? Woke up with one hell of a bad head. She almost stopped stroking for a second, but she kept at it. “A, uh, a package's telugu arrived for you.” Todd eagerly gulped and sucked chitoor on Mason’s cock until it was dry, and Mason could hardly take it. “I will.” And I leaned in and kissed her again. Early on, the British hippy had come up with a name for the organization; Orgone Research Group for Analyzing Sexual Mania or O.R.G.A.S.M. I turned around then pushed him away and made him watch while I took off my clothes. He knew males had a penis and females had a vagina and he had seen farm animals mate, but he knew no females outside of his Mother and had indian no concept of human sexual interactions. “Oh come on Aunt Manya, if I was in his place, even I wouldn’t look at another girl. By the end of the day I was ready to blow a load. Ravi cried out 'mama' loudly. In another hour, Daddy knocked on my door, telling me to get ready for church.