Sexy Bone Specialist part 4

 Alexandra's eyes met mine, and her gaze looked sad, a weight she had been carrying. As I prepared the leg cast material, she took a deep breath and began to speak, her voice tinged with remorse.

"Dr. Caldwell," Alexandra began, her words filled with sincerity, "there's something I need to tell you, something that's been on my mind since we first met."

I paused, grabbed my crutches, and came closer to her giving her my full attention.

"It was my sister," she confessed, her voice trembling with emotion. "The accident that led to you losing your leg."

I couldn't hide the surprise that registered on my face as I absorbed the weight of her revelation.

"Your sister?" I repeated, seeking clarity.

"Yes, she was 17, driving alone. It was a terrible accident. She hit the motorcycle, lost control of her vehicle, and she crashed into a tree. Your leg was crushed upon impact."

Alexandra's words hung in the air... I wasn't sure what to say. "Please call me Vivian"

With Alexandra's broken leg between us and my amputation between me and her sister, I approached slowly on my crutches. I could feel the anticipation in the air, Alexandra's eyes remained fixed on me.

"My apologies, I couldn't help but be captivated by the beauty of your broken leg," I said to distract from the weight of Alexandra's revelation.

"The accident brought us together, your sister's accident, her broken leg, it's all part of our story now. Ready for that lovely blue cast?" I leaned over and kissed her soft lips.

Alexandra softly cried, happy it was in the open now. Her wet eyes held mine.

"It's part of us and yes I'm so ready"

With my gloved hands I said "The cast will go from your upper thigh to mid-foot"

I examined her broken leg, slight swelling had begun, a natural response to the double fracture. Her beautiful broken leg was now mine. My fingers gently added padding at her knee, ankle, and heel to make the cast very comfortable.

She had selected light blue casting material, I dipped the casting material into a basin of warm water and after removing the extra water I was ready. With a steady grace, with one crutch and standing on my leg, I began to encircle Alexandra's broken leg, starting at her foot and ankle. Each layer, meticulously applied, created a protective cocoon that embraced her shapely leg to perfection. The material, once pliable, began to set in place.

"I can't help but think of your sister, with her shattered leg" I admitted, my hands moving with a delicate touch along Alex's broken leg. Alexandra smiled but I knew her leg was very painful, she refused the pain medicine.

As the cast continued to ascend, inch by inch along her perfect leg, I found myself caught in a delicate balance. It wasn't just about applying a leg cast; it was about our connection since day one. I couldn't deny my growing affection for this younger woman. With each layer, I strived for a balance between creating a slim, artistic, and undeniably sexy cast while ensuring it provided the necessary support and complete immobilization of her broken leg.

I was determined to follow the contours of Alexandra's shapely leg. My gloved fingers, tracing the exquisite lines of her broken leg, rubbing the casting material with precision.

The process was methodical, each layer more important than the previous one.

Alexandra's leg was now protected in a blue cast.

With the final layer in place, I grabbed my crutches and stepped back to admire my work, a full leg cast still setting, holding promise and liberation. Alexandra lay on the table, her broken leg in this long cast, bent at the knee, non weight bearing for the next 8 weeks..

"Alexandra, you look incredibly sexy in that cast. How are you feeling?"

"It's unlike anything I've ever experienced, simply amazing, Dr... Vivian, sorry. Thank you."

"Close your eyes, Alex, if you trust me. You know you can't move while your cast sets," I said, and she nodded in trust but breathing harder, excited and thrilled.

I secured Alexandra's wrists to the Fracture Table, a newfound level of sexual intimacy enveloped us. Her trust in me was palpable. I did the same to her left leg. All 3 limbs gently but securely fastened, I could see the anticipation in her eyes, a mix of lust and eagerness and by reflex when she tried to move her broken leg... she moaned.

"You're doing wonderfully, Alexandra," I whispered, my voice a soothing reassurance. "Your leg will heal beautifully, and you'll enjoy this experience on crutches with this long leg cast like nothing before."

"Did you imagine your sister tied like this when she broke her leg?"

I watched her with affection, then I cut her shirt and bra with a scalpel leaving her exposed. From the slender curves of her leg cast to her beautiful breasts...She was perfect.

I lowered the Fracture Table and leaned over her, her big eyes staring into mine, I kissed her lips and pressed my breasts against hers. My tongue probed her mouth, my hands cupped her breasts, and I rubbed my thumbs over her fully erected nipples.

Breaking the kiss to her lips she moaned but she stared at me joining her on the table, my stump between her cast and leg. I kissed and licked down her throat, licking her nipples, flicking them with my fingernails between licks.

"I was in so much pain after your sister hit me" I said while leaning down between her cast and leg.

"I'm so sor.." I didn't let her finish and plunged 2 fingers inside her. Then I used my tongue and licked and sucked her clitories. She couldn't resist it anymore and welcomed the orgasms, wave after wave hit her.

I stood by Alexandra's side and untied her wrists and leg, my own heart filled with love that I had not expected. I found myself falling for this woman in a way I had never anticipated.

When the cast had fully set I leaned in close to her, my lips brushing against her ear.

"You're incredible, and I'm so grateful to have shared this experience with you Alexandra."

After our intimate moment and as Alexandra's cast had fully set, it was time to focus on her mobility and the fitting of her crutches. Now that she was equipped with her crutches and a new T-shirt, I couldn't help but admire her beauty.

As she settled onto her crutches, her broken leg elevated above the floor, I leaned on my own crutches and moved to her to kiss her.

"It was a successful first experience, Alexandra," I said, my voice filled with happiness.

"And I look forward to the future, to helping more clients embrace their desires."

Alexandra nodded, a grateful smile playing on her lips. "I'll never forget this, Vivian, and I'm excited to see where it leads me and you."

As Alexandra and I continued our conversation, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement about the possibilities that lay ahead for both of us. The room held a lingering energy, a reminder of the unique connection we had together..

"Alexandra, there's something I should tell you. I have a meeting planned for tomorrow evening with a potential client #2."

Her eyes widened with curiosity. "That's wonderful! Tell me more."

I smiled, a hint of mystery in my gaze. "It's with someone who is intrigued by the experiences I offer"

Alexandra leaned in closer on her crutches, her interest piqued. "How intriguing! Do you know much about him or her?"

I shook my head, deliberately keeping certain details hidden. "Nothing"

Little did I know that this mysterious potential client, Henry, was not just seeking a meeting but was also an investigator with his own hidden agenda, one that would soon intertwine with our world in unexpected ways.

Part 5 to come
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Clip 214 Skydive, crutches injured ankle, long sexy legs part 2

Flight attendant part 1

 I was looking forward to my flight from Montreal to Rome, excited to explore a new city as I made my way through the Montreal Trudeau airport in my sexy new high heels shoes. My name is Jewel, I'm a flight attendant in my late twenties, known for my sense of adventure. Little did I know, this layover would become a nightmare etched into my memory forever.

As passengers began to board, I stood near the entrance in my crisp uniform, ready to welcome them aboard. My short, tight-fitting skirt hugged my curves in a way that felt both professional and slightly daring, almost slutty and I loved it. The tailored blouse accentuated my figure, the fabric smooth against my skin as I moved. On my feet were four-inch killer heels that added an extra touch of elegance, though they often left my feet sore after a long flight.

I was also wearing a pair of glasses. I was legally blind without them after close to 15 years fighting diabetes in my foot and eyes mostly.

The passengers streamed in, each greeted by my warm smile and polite welcome. And then, I saw him, he was walking down the ramp towards the entry of the plane. His presence was magnetic, drawing my gaze. He was rugged and handsome, a combination impossible to ignore. As he approached, our eyes met, and he flashed a charismatic smile that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Welcome aboard sir," I greeted, my voice steady despite the rapid fluttering of my heart.

"Thank you," he replied with a grin.

Throughout the flight, we exchanged occasional glances, and a few friendly words whenever I passed his seat. The chemistry was undeniable, an unspoken connection that hinted at something more than casual conversation.

"Can I get you anything, sir?" I asked during the in-flight service, my heart pounding like a teenager.

"Just a glass of water, thank you," he replied, his eyes never leaving mine. Earlier I noticed him staring at my long legs but now he was staring deep in my eyes and I was day dreaming that he was licking me all over.

After the meal, as the cabin lights dimmed and passengers settled in for rest, I found myself seated in the galley, reviewing the flight's details. Suddenly, the soft chime of the call button pulled me out of my thoughts. It was Mr Alessio, Marco, again, looking at me with an inviting grin.

"Hello, I know this is a bit unconventional, but would you be interested in grabbing a drink together during your layover in Rome?" he asked.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of intrigue and attraction. "I suppose a soft drink wouldn't hurt, can't have alcohol during layover" I replied, returning his smile.

"Great! I know a cozy place not far from your hotel. Meet me there around 8?" He suggested and told me the name of the bar.

I agreed, my heart racing a little faster than usual. The prospect of a spontaneous adventure felt exhilarating but how did he know my hotel?

The evening in Rome was warm, with a gentle breeze weaving its way through the cobblestone streets. Following Alessio's directions, I navigated the charming cityscape until I reached the little bar he had mentioned.

After a long flight, I changed out of my uniform before meeting Alessio. I slipped into a deep burgundy dress that flowed around me, replacing my professional uniform. However, I couldn't part with my four-inch killer heels, they gave me a touch of confidence and, perhaps, a hint of vulnerability.

My glasses, on my nose, were the companions of countless late-night, I kept thinking that they were framing my eyes with an air of intellect.

"Jewel, you made it!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up.

"Hi, Marco. Nice choice of place," I replied, taking a seat beside him and crossing my long legs, trust me I knew what I was doing.

We chatted for hours, our conversation flowing effortlessly from one topic to another. Marco seemed to have an air of mystery around him that I couldn't identify yet. I found myself drawn closer to him and loved the way he looked at my legs.

After my first diet coke with a lime, a strange warmth spread through my body. I dismissed it as the effects of the long flight. However when my senses began to blur, my words became sluggish, and my thoughts hazy, I knew better. Panicky, I tried to stand, but my limbs betrayed me.

"Marco, what... What did you...Do" I stammered, my vision fading.

"Shh, Jewel. Just relax. You'll be fine," he murmured soothingly, his voice was fading and darkness consumed me.

When I awoke, my surroundings were unfamiliar. My head throbbed, and as my senses gradually returned, I realized I was in a small apartment with one window. Something was terribly wrong. I struggled to move, only to find my wrists and ankles tightly bound, spreadeagled, to my bed posts still wearing my heels. I was scared and yet strangely it was a sexual turn on to be tied.

"Marco!" I screamed, panic surging through me.

"Ah, you're awake," a chilling voice echoed from the shadows.

My heart raced as I strained to focus on the figure emerging from the darkness. It was Marco, but the warmth in his eyes had been replaced by something sinister.

"Marco, what is this? Why am I tied up? What did you do to me?" I demanded, my voice quivering.

"You see, Jewel, you're here because I can... You are a tease. I have to go but the moment I'm back I will explain the plans I have for you."

Fear gripped me like a vice. The man I had shared laughter and stories with had transformed into a nightmarish figure, obsessed and possibly deranged.

"Let me go, Marco! This is madness!" I shouted, my voice breaking.

His laughter echoed through the hallway when he left me alone, sending shivers down my spine. From a charming stranger to my worst nightmare. As I struggled against my restraints, I knew that escaping his clutches would be the fight of my life until.

Unexpectedly, the sound of shuffling footsteps approached the apartment door. I felt panic and hope as the door burst open, revealing a stranger who seemed to materialize as my saviour. He quickly began untying the restraints that had kept me imprisoned.

"We need to hurry, miss," the stranger whispered urgently.

I followed him as we made our way through the apartment. Just as we reached the door, a sound from the stairwell froze me in my tracks. Marco was coming back. With no time to spare, I made my way to the window. Adrenaline surged through my veins as I considered my options. Removing my high heels seemed prudent, reducing the risk of a broken ankle or leg as I prepared to leap ten feet to the ground below.

I jumped out of the window, but a searing pain shot through my foot as it made contact with the ground. A cry of anguish escaped my lips as I crumbled to the floor, the world spinning around me.

"Miss runnnn!", the stranger yelled urgently.

"I can't... my foot...I think it's broken" I gasped, the pain rendering me helpless.

Part 2 to come
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Clip 213 Skydive, crutches injured ankle, long sexy legs part 1

Clip 212 Fall, sprained ankle, wrap and crutches

Clip 211 cast crutches SLC

Clip 210 Step ladder, broken ankle crutches, boot

Flight attendant prologue

Hello, my name is Jewel and I will be your flight attendant in the story. I invite you to join me in my story of twists and turns in Italy. Flight attendant by profession, my life has always been about exploration and adventure. From the moment I step onto an airplane, my heart soars with the anticipation of new horizons, new connections, and new romance waiting to unfold.

My scary tale began on a flight from Montreal to Rome, where I crossed paths with Marco Alessio. Beautiful and sexy man, he shattered the boundaries of my reality, leading me down a path I could never have foreseen.

From a charming encounter on the flight to the sinister depths of captivity, my life takes a dramatic turn, thrusting me into a world of fear, injury and survival. But inside the darkness I meet Maria, a beautiful little and sexy Italian.

So, let's embark on this journey together. From romance, horror, pain, wild sex and everything in between.

Are you ready to dive in?
Jewel

Clip 209 Beautiful ballet dancer broken ankle, cast, crutches SLC part 2

Clip 208 Beautiful ballet dancer broken ankle, cast, crutches SLC part 1

Clip 207 Broken leg, cast, crutches, SLC, car accident part 2

Clip 206 Broken leg, cast, crutches, SLC, car accident part 1

Clip 205 Broken leg, crutches, cast, SLC

Clip 204 Step ladder, broken ankle, cast, crutches, SLC

Psychiatrist conclusion

I entered my office with my crutches dressed in a business suit. A smile tugged at my lips, a silent acknowledgement of the progress I had made. Earlier that morning, I had taken the step of cuffing off my pant leg to better accommodate the presence of my red cast. It was a small adjustment to open up to my fetish.

Sammy, my assistant, wheeled herself over to greet me, her vibrant energy contagious. Her genuine smile lit up the room, and for the first time, I found myself truly looking at her, not just as my assistant.

I couldn't help but notice how beautiful and smart Sammy looked dressed in her black blazer and pencil skirt. The ensemble accentuated her figure in an elegant yet professional manner, showcasing her long and crippled leg. Her dark hair was pulled back into a neat bun, with a pair of delicate silver earrings.

"Good morning, Dr. Miller!"

"Morning, Sammy,"

"How was your dinner last night?" Sammy's curiosity was evident.

I leaned against my desk, my weight supported by my crutches. Memories of the elegant restaurant and the engaging conversation as Lauren with Sophie, floated through my mind. The rest was maybe too much to discuss with my assistant.

"It was wonderful. Sophie and I had a truly delightful evening."

Sammy's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Lauren looked so beautiful Dr Miller"

I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through my body, "Yes, she's something special."

"I was wondering if you'd be interested in joining Sophie and me for a casual get-together at my place tonight," I suggested. Her surprise was evident, but her smile grew wider.

"That sounds like fun, Dr. Miller. I'd love to."

I stood before the mirror in my bedroom dressed as Lauren, I wore a stylish leather skirt paired with a fitted blouse. My crutches leaned against the nearby wall, while I stood on my good leg. I was adjusting my skirt when the doorbell rang, signalling Sophie's arrival.

I grabbed my crutches and made my way to the door. Opening it, Sophie was standing in a lovely dress. Her broken leg almost touched the ground, while supported by her crutches. Her smile was warm, her eyes shining with anticipation, not sure what to expect.

"Good evening, Dr. Miller," Sophie greeted me with her charm. "Please, come in."

Minutes later, the familiar chime of the doorbell echoed through the house, announcing Sammy's arrival. I made my way to the door on my crutches. As I opened it, I was greeted by Sammy's radiant smile.

"Hey there, Dr. Miller," Sammy greeted me warmly.

"Hello, Sammy," I replied, returning her smile. "Come on in."

Sammy wheeled herself inside with an easy grace. Sitting in her wheelchair dressed in a stylish black cocktail dress and 5 inch heel she was very elegant and sexy.

"Lauren, you're looking absolutely stunning,"Sammy remarked and then she wheeled to Sophie.

I watched the 2 sexy women while Sammy made her way into the living room. She approached Sophie, her wheelchair was so close that Sophie's long leg cast was in between the wheels of the chair. Sophie leaned down and lifted the young woman crippled leg.

"Can I remove your high heel shoe?" Sammy said yes and Sophie removed her shoe and pulled her delicate and crippled foot to her lips and kissed her toes through the pantyhose.

Sophie then pulled the wheelchair even closer to her until her black cast was between Sammy's leg and stump.

There I was standing on my crutches while Sammy brought her finger over Sophie's red lips and gasped as Sophie sucked her finger into her mouth. Sophie sucked Sammy's finger the way she would suck Lauren's hard penis.

Then Sophie grabbed Sammy's wheelchair and pulled her forward quickly and roughly against her long cast sending waves of pain through her broken leg. The young woman leaned forward and kissed Sophie, their lips met and Sammy's tongue slid inside her mouth.

When they parted, both women were breathless and stared at Lauren. I moved closer to them, not sure what to expect while I sat beside Sophie on the couch. Sammy moved closer in her wheelchair, leaned forward and brought her mouth to mine. I kissed her like I always wanted to do but while Sammy and Lauren kissed, Sophie reached over and started to stroke my penis. Sophie then unzipped and slid down my skirt and took my long and hard penis into her mouth while I continued to kiss Sammy.

Sammy pulled away in her wheelchair from me and tried to catch her breath. I slid off the couch to the hardwood floor, Sophie joined me, her cast banging against mine. Sammy watched Sophie suck Lauren' hard penis.

And then, as if on cue, Sammy gracefully slid out of her wheelchair, her movements fluid and controlled. She crawled on the hardwood floor beside me, her black dress up her hip, she was not wearing any panties and her smile was radiant.

We both stared when Sophie lifted herself off the floor, her broken leg suspended in its cast. As she balanced on one foot, she hopped gracefully towards the waiting wheelchair, she then lowered herself into it. Her broken leg extended slightly in front of her. Sophie's gaze met mine, a twinkle of triumph in her eyes.

"What are you up to?" Lauren asked Sophie but Dr Miller knew.

As if by silent agreement, Sammy started sucking Lauren' penis. I moaned at the sight of my crippled assistant licking me so hard, moaning I grabbed her firm little ass when Sophie asked,

"Tell me to stop, doctor," Sophie said

"Sorry?" Lauren said

"Tell me not to do it?" Please don't, I said. But she did, I saw Sammy's lips all over my long hard penis and Sophie's strong arm roll the wheelchair so fast that when it came in contact with my good leg, both the tibia and fibula shattered on impact. Lauren's leg was bent in a very unnatural angle inside her expensive pantyhose.

Sammy put her crippled leg over Lauren's broken leg, sliding against her broken bones, sending pain throughout the broken limb. Then she used my red cast and pulled herself up on me while she positioned my hard penis inside her vagina. My beautiful Sammy was moaning quietly with a partial sensation.

She loved the sensation of my penis in her while Lauren moaned from the pain in her broken tibia and fibula and I watched Sophie with three fingers deep inside her. She cried out again as she surrendered to the orgasm she was experiencing.

Sammy and Sophie smiled at each other sensing that their new toy Lauren was exhausted, broken and Dr Miller would possibly need surgery for his badly broken leg.

The 2 sexy women knew that this was just the beginning.

The end
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Clip 203 Broken foot, cast, crutches, SLC

Clip 202 Broken foot, crutches part 2

Clip 201 Broken foot, crutches part 1

Clip 200 on her crutches

Psychiatrist part 9

Then, Sophie emerged from the room…

“OMG” was all I could say but stare. She was standing on her crutches almost naked with her long leg cast in full display.

I was so turned on looking at her. Her small breasts swelled out of her black bra, nipples almost peeking out. She was very sexy, smiling at me, wearing black silk stockings over her good leg and black cast attached to a sexy garter belt. A 4 inch heel pump completed her look.

She was commanding attention in a way that left me momentarily speechless. I couldn't help but feel a rush of anticipation. Her smile alone had me so hard, with a hint of mischief in her eyes as she took steps toward me on her crutches. 

The sway of her hips, her long leg cast leading the way was a real suggestion of sensuality becoming erotic. Maybe it was the caster in me but with each tap of her crutches against the floor, she seemed to convey a silent promise, an invitation to explore even more between Lauren, Connor and Sophie.

She stopped on her one leg with her broken leg suspended in midair.

My gaze traced her curves with my eyes and then, her fingers brushed between her legs, up her breasts and nipples to her curly long hair. Then a subtle shift of her weight on her crutches and she slid one finger inside herself, rotating ever so slowly, moaning quietly, begging. 

“OMG,” I whispered, my voice betraying my desire. I continued to take in the sight of her, standing before me, on crutches and masturbating with an air of confidence that was impossible to ignore. 

“Do you like my new look Lauren?” she asked, her tone sending shivers down my spine.

“More than I can express,” I said, she was exploring uncharted waters of our desires.

With a graceful movement, Sophie lowered herself onto the couch beside me, her crutches leaning against the armrest.  As our eyes met, a shared understanding passed between us, woman to woman.

"I love embracing the unexpected Sophie” I said.

“Lauren, I’m so sorry that after breaking your ankle, they now had to amputate your other leg at the knee, let me take a look at your stump,” she said, while her long fingers rubbed my erected penis and then she licked the pre-cum with her lips and tongue.

I nodded appreciatively, allowing her to position my hard cast between her legs. From her small feminine backpack, she retrieved 2 rolls of ace bandages. Her fingers moved with practiced ease. She helped me bend my knee.

As she worked on my recreational stump, I couldn't help but rub her cast, protecting her broken leg that had brought us closer together. Sophie's touch was soothing, her fingers applying just the right amount of pressure to secure the bandage without causing too much discomfort but precum was dripping.

Sophie carefully rose, grabbing her crutches for support, careful not to put weight on her broken leg, she navigated with grace.  With slow and deliberate steps, Sophie made her way towards my bedroom, her crutches gently tapping against the floor. Her hips, her tight ass, her strong leg and that long black cast…All were driving me crazy.

“Oh Lauren, with your new amputation, you need to crawl to me baby, I need you inside me DR MIller” she called over her shoulder, her voice carrying a sensual tone.

Without breaking eye contact, she slowly lowered her crutches to the floor beside her. My heart skipped a beat as I watched her balancing on one leg, making sure she didn't put weight on her broken leg. The cast protecting her leg was such a compliment to her sexy look. 

With her crutches now set aside, Sophie's attention shifted to the floor. She extended her good leg slightly, her hands planting firmly on the ground to support her descent, as she slowly lowered herself to the floor. Once seated, Sophie let out a soft sigh, her eyes meeting mine once again, she spread her leg and cast wide open. She was so turned on sexually, so wet. 

“Crawl to me Lauren.”

She was amazing, I struggled off the couch to the floor. My eyes fell upon my legs, full leg cast and the other amputated at the knee. I began to crawl across the cold, hard floor. Each inch forward sliding my cast surprised me with slight pain coursing through my broken ankle. I looked up at Sophie, she was rubbing her vagina staring at me and smiling.

Lauren made her way down the hallway sliding along her long red cast and her stump rubbing painfully.

Once I was close enough my fingers grabbed Sophie's good leg, and I pulled her closer. I caressed her covered leg and foot. We were both so turned on, I ripped her stocking off her cast and leg and kissed her exposed toes at the end of her cast. 

“Remove your skirt Lauren” She ordered and I did and freed my hard penis. What came next almost made me pass out. 

Sophie positioned herself so her leg cast was against my penis and with her other little foot she rubbed me so hard. Her delicate toes were stroking my penis against her broken leg, up and down while she rubbed my stump with her long fingers.

I grabbed her good leg before she made me cum and kissed her foot, up her calve to her upper leg. I firmly pushed her leg and leg cast apart and then used my left hand and fingers to tease her, god she was so wet. For the 1st time in a long time Sophie was losing control, she squirmed and moaned out of control.

“Oh god Lauren, Connor” She moaned, closing her eyes, her hand trying desperately to grab my missing leg. The one that I wanted amputated, It was so amazing.

I bent down and gave Sophie a few long licks that sent her into a delicious orgasm. We both smiled and I lifted Sophie's broken leg on my shoulder and my stump pushed aside her good leg, spreading her wide.

I positioned myself in front of her and then leaned forward to enter her. But I wanted to tease her so I pushed into her very slowly and so deep with my long penis holding inside her while she shook.

 

“Please don’t stop like that,” Sophie shuddered, moaning.

I grabbed her perky breasts, pinching her nipples, starting to move my hips, my long penis almost out of her, her eyes closed enjoying the sexual punishment. I could feel Sophie's muscles contract as she craves for my penis.

“Oh god please” She moaned, losing even more of her control and confidence.

 

And then I push in and out, deeper than before, she implodes as she feels me push deep inside her.  Just like when she broke her bones, she felt like she was above herself as she orgasms over and over. Her sexy broken body was finally Lauren’s to control as we both exploded one last time in each other's arms.

Conclusion to come