"I thought you didn't like wine." Betsy commented, finishing her own glass."I didn't think I did, but this simply doesn't taste like any other wine I'...ve ever had. This is so much better. I just love it."Betsy poured for both of us, filling each glass equally, tipping the bottle until the last drops trickled out. "There's one dead indian." She reported, dropping the bottle back into the cooler, giggling. She looked relaxed and a bit flushed now, like she might have just the slightest beginnings. . FlickKnees up seeking her shoulders as I mounted her, glans penis finding her entrance as if it were born there. Thrusting all resistance aside, I entered her body hot tunnel, which was gently revolving as her hips told the story of what she wanted from me. "All of it," she breathed against my lips.FlickI pushed slowly into her tightness, no obstacle meeting my penetration, except she was little used and I had to force my meat into her with strong pushes. She bucked up against me, working to. He pulled out to give her air, leaving a long thick strand of spit connecting his cock to her mouth. The blood from her ear had gotten on his hand when he fucked her mouth. He forced his bloody hand against the woman's mouth, making her lick his hand clean before he continued fucking her.Rachel soon had her mouth filled with his meat once again. He shoved her head down on it, forcing her to deep throat his cock. Her eyes were watering and she was struggling to breathe her airway cut off. He. They took turns moving forward, gradually forcing my rock-hard member closer to her slit.“Fuck!” yelled Barbie when the tip of it pressed against her labia. I gave her a second to get accustomed to its intense heat before jerking forward. As soon as I did, the spear shot deep into her, filling her like never before. I could tell I was reaching previously unreached depths just by the force of her moans. Encouraged by this, I pushed on until every last inch of my member was inside her. Only the.