”Faoril ripped her fingers from my pussy and shoved them into my mouth, fucking me. I sucked on them as the pleasure died, reveling in my tart passi...on. Faoril's face was twisted with wild passion. She needed this release after all these days.“Little slut,” she moaned and seized my light-brown hair. I gasped as she pulled me up. She stretched back on the bed, her thighs parting. Her red robe slipped further open, revealing her neatly-trimmed bush adorning her wet pussy. Her hands pulled me to. .. the rough stuff. But sometimes the others punish me by not allowing me to be roughed up."She blinked several times, and John saw that some of his sperm had run into her eye. He gave her credit for not rubbing the eye to clear it, and knew she would not only tolerate his fisting of her cunt, but would relish it.John methodically maneuvered three fingers into her pussy. "You ever fuck a horse, or a donkey?" he asked mirthlessly."N... No," she sighed, "You want me too?" and hunched her hips. I asked them what was happening and Lynn said "we want to show you our appreciation for taking us to dinner" By the time she finished saying that my jeans hit the floor, Lynn, Lisa, and Lena backed away from me about five paces and began undressing one another. The started grinding and dancing like they had years of experience doing this. They all three were totally naked standing in front of me asking which I would like first. My cock rock hard and my tongue hanging to the floor with these. Pink flowered yoga pants and a burgundy t-shirt I got at a school function is the least horrendous combination. ‘It that what you’re going to wear?’ Em asks from the bed, a charcoal face mask turning her pale white skin gray. It’s supposed to be girl’s night—even Zora has shut down her laptop and taken note of the humans present in the room. Kate and her are wearing the masks, hair pulled back in messy buns, bottles of Smirnoff Ice in their hands. ‘Yeah.’ ‘Seriously?’ ‘It’s clean.’ ‘But it.