Based on "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord TennysonOn pavement he hobbles, too great a height;A flower that blooms in deepest of night, His corset ringed in far too. The large rough hands massaging my butt were creating an electric current and were very soothing . It was very exciting although I was afraid being engulfed in a sea of ugly big men. The worst part was I was not able o decide whether to scream or to provide free access to my booty. That decision was made easier when suddenly the man in front o me placed his two hands on my boobs and began to squeeze them mercilessly. I let out a muffled moan of agony and pleasure involuntarily. That was the.Read More
