#79364 - A low moan escapes your lips as you barely register more movement behind you, soft hands wrap round your waist from your left and you feel gentle kisses raining upon your neck, before a scratch of sharpness and an overwhelming pleasure running through you. Hands massage your back as other hands gently knead your breasts, your body feels on fire as wave after wave of pleasure runs through you. The throb in your womanhood grows and grows and you feel lips, then teeth tantalise your nipples, your hands grace up the legs of your tormentors, sliding up leather-clad legs and fishnet thighs until you rub upon a hardness at the front of the leather trousers, and a warm dampness with your other hand.