Show her. Show her how a real fucking slut-queen takes it.Come for me, Mandy. Clench my cock with that fucking ass. Let me feel it. That’s right. Lo...ve it. Fucking love it … Squeeze the cum out of me with that ass, can you do that? Fuck yes, what am I saying?Love it, Mandy, when I empty into you. That’s right, I’m going to send you home to your fiancé with your ass pumped full of my cream. Damn, seventh circle of fucking hell, that’s where I’m going. Well I might as well go there in style. Oh. Again and again, his turgid prick jammed into the tit-tunnel, fucking in and out, pulsing along the silken passage as her eyes widened in delight and her mouth pressed nearer.With each expertly controlled roll forward, Mike made his cock pop out the end of the tunnel of the girl's tits and stare her in the face, the cum-slit oozing liquid. But before she could get a good fix on it, it disappeared back down the tunnel."Oh, God, Uncle Mike, you're driving me crazy!" she squealed. Her tongue. Now what is it?”“I really shouldn’t say. It’s not really for polite conversation. Some might be offended.” The conversation fell silent for a moment as we both heard the ding of the ‘fasten seatbelts’ sign followed by the captain making an announcement of turbulence. “Oh great,” she said with despair in her voice, “Will you just tell me what it is you do? I’m gonna go nuts here!”I leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I masturbate.”“Really?” she asked. She reached over and lifted up the. Marty answered the door and we were treated to the smells of Cecilia going all-out to cook a big dinner tonight. Tomorrow, they were spending the day with family and I thought they might both need the scotch after that, if their family was going to be anything like Jane’s was promising to be.“Hey, it’s the lovebirds!” he grinned at us. Marty was a typical construction worker, turned foreman. He was big, beefy and was just starting to gain some of the refinement that would serve him well in the.