The man's dick was glistening, droplets of fluid refracting the harsh spotlights even from the side of the room. Damon went cold. Someone had touched ...Alex, his Pet. Effortlessly, he began the process of picking up the struggling man. Finally upright, the light in the room revealed a hopped up prick he had seen a few times before. Bad news. No one liked the little fucker. He smelled, too, and Damon looked down at what he was standing in.While the little shit got his pants on and laced up, Damon. I kissed his chest and wrapped my lips over his nipple. He chuckled and was squeezing my buns. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, spreading his legs while I was wrapped by him. My pussy was close to his cock and it felt amazing. I could feel myself thrusting my pussy against his cock as he kept kissing me. I felt him undo my petticoat and was on my panty only now. He could see the wetness in my panty and chucked.Linga: Looks like someone is really wet…so dripping wet that her panty is wet. He probably wouldn’t need them at this time of night, but it was better to be safe than sorry. Two minutes later, his headlights swept around a sharp curve and he saw a motorcycle parked beside the road. The person standing beside it saw his car’s flashing lights and began waving. Martin braked, drove past the motorcycle, pulled to the side of the road, and stopped. ‘Operations from A-1,’ he said into the microphone. ‘I’m off at the scene. I’ll have a report for you in a minute.’ ‘Copy, A-1,’. He looked so sexy she could hardly swallow her food."So why don't you take off your clothes too?" Skip asked. "Get comfortable." Why don't you start eating before your food gets cold?" Jenny asked. She was embarrassed, even a little shocked about what she and Skip had done together in the bathroom, and she was hoping to cool things off a little. It had really stunned her when Skip had said that he wanted to fuck her. She couldn't imagine withstanding the assault of that enormous fuck-weapon of.