Kik Signs Mean - I was trying so hard to tap her ass gently.

Her moans were coming harder now. "Oh God, Please????" she screamed. "Sign.Kik Signs Mean-sis-sis" I cooed. "I am going to cum." She panted faster. "Oh, Please????" She shook her head and clenched her hands behind her neck. "Sign.R-lease-lease.." she panted louder. "This is my check, My my check is the check you signed your name over." "Y-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h!" she exclaimed, shaking her head and straining her ass back against the pole I slammed back into her. After the initial pain, I had almost forgotten about the phallus in her ass and was cumming with a vengeance just as she tensed her cunt on my cock. She thrashed wildly against the pole, over the fence and down the hill to the other pole, crying out a river of piss, as the phallus grew larger and began to swell almost to the point of discomfort. She collapsed on the lawn, gasping, moaning, panting, begging me to remove the phallus. "Leave it in," I said, with a smile.

"No, not yet" she pleaded. But the sight of it had me so hard I had tears coming down my face. I grabbed some ice from a plastic bag and began to work on her inflamed cunt, all the while running the palm of my hand over her sensitive inflamed clit. As I worked ice in circles, she whined and moaned, both of which I ignored. She began to sob, but I held her silently, not even letting her speak until I spoke again, louder this time. "Sh-h-h-h! Quiet! Enjoyment is the best!" I placarded her. I turned the tap of the ice paddle onto the ice. She began to sob, but I released her from her restraints and led her over to the large, ice cold bottle. I placed it on the ground and covered her mouth with it. As I began to suck her cock, she once again became enraged and several of her limbs were thrashing about the ice rink in various ways.

I held her in my arms, kissing her cheek and her neck softly, while refilling the cold bottle. Then I placed the blindfold over her eyes and drove her into the darkness of the rink. I went back to my seat and watched the game, staying out of sight of the score, still fingering her sextant. Now it was time for the final period. I walked to center ice, and to the circle beside the net. Kneeling down I placed the ice in front of her. After selecting a spot for the slowest skater, I let the skater walk, balancing her on her toes. Slowly, she slid down the ice slope. Each crease in the ice revealed more of her delicious tanned skin. With slow movements she shuffled rhythmically, both skaters knowing when and where to pause for a moment and allow the tempered excitement of the moment to take over. She watched with wide, hungry eyes as I carefully placed the empty bottle in the corner of the net..