Lucky for me I was both and let the picture go by without comment. Together we strolled the isles talking about food and life and I did not want it to... end. As we got to the checkout we even stayed in the same line with her first and me second. The store was quite large and had a cafe so we decide to chat over a bubble tea. The more we chatted the comfortable we got with calling me "Honey" and touching my hand or arm. We stayed for about an hour before we realized that I had a very difficult. As each rotates fucking my pussy, they also rotate stuffing their cocks down my throat. With each new cock in my pussy I orgasm, but am never completely able to come down off my erotic high in between. The reason for that is the Commander has filled my body with a potent African love potion called ‘Mahala’ that is changing me and forever will cause me to be forever in need of an orgasmic fix, just as a junkie needs a hit of heroin. However, none of that matters for me, for all I want now is to. A moment later, panting from the excitement, the Chinese female scooted back and seated herself on an exhausted Jennie’s lovely white titties. Now that Peggy was off Jennie’s face, the men could see Jennie’s delicate face was red from Peggy’s harsh stiff black hairs rubbing across it. Jennie, wished she could get her fingers free, so she could clean off some of Peggy’s female translucent juice that was messily smearing her lips, some of it even dribbling into her slightly parted lips. ‘I’m. My whole body is buzzing. Her face as he slides into her, I’ll never forget it. A moment of surprise and release and ecstasy that I can feel myself reciprocate. I’m lost in the moment, the voyeurism, the exhibition. I stand there, naked at the window, pumping hard at my clit with my hand and occasionally dipping my fingers into myself, my other hand caressing my tits, pinching the nipples, sliding against my warming skin. Both strangers staring intently into my eyes as he pounds hard from.