Then two of them put their dicks in my both holes and started fucking, meanwhile some of them started fucking each other’s manholes.After fucking, t...hey fed me their semen shots and some pissed in my mouth too.Some of them used my mouth for oiling their dicks while they fucked manholes.People hated ‘ass to mouth’ but I enjoyed it, the smell of asshole made me so crazy.They all fucked me one by one, and my mouth awarded everytime with the shot of semen.We were spent around three hours with non. " She smiled, waved ... and I was back with the headache.I tried to speak, but the words wouldn't form properly; I tried to squeeze her hand, and realised nothing was happening — I couldn't feel her hand on mine. I reached across with my other hand and stroked her face, which was wet."DON'T you dare leave me on my own... " she hissed.I worked my mouth and achieved a sort of grunt, then managed to say (though I'm not at all sure how clear it came out) "I ... chose ... to ... come ... back. I .... She lifted her skirt again, showing me the thick dark bush that I had felt earlier. It was matted and curled, obviously soaked from her orgasm.In her heels, she was the perfect height to fuck standing up, and she wasted no time. Without a word, she pulled me closer, pressing the head of my shaft against her thick labia, and thrust herself eagerly against me. This woman was like a starving a****l, desperate for the hardest fuck she could get. Lucky for her, I was happy to feed her! I kissed. ’ I got to my car, erased Carrie’s number, and looked at my text log to Andrea. ‘How much time do you have after our shoot, my lady?’ ‘With apologies to Joni Mitchell, I could drink a case of you.’ My lady? I don’t say stuff like that to women I just fuck. It rubbed off from a conversation we had about ‘A Midsummer’s Night Dream,’ and what she said about how much joyful fucking around that should have been going on in that play. And that last text to her, the Joni Mitchell text, was actually.