”“Nor a dildo?” I asked her, savoring the feel of her wrinkled sphincter against my spongy tip.“No,” she groaned. “I always made my anal t...oys narrow, but ... but ... I know your other women take your dick up your ass.”“Mmm, all the time,” Aingeal moaned. “Ooh, Ealaín, yes, yes, keep fucking my bowels.”“You’ll love it,” Zanyia moaned, voice muffled by my sister’s rump.“You will,” I promised her. “Just relax. Surrender yourself to me. I will make you explode.”“Yes, Master,” she said. “I know you. As soon as I was buried to the hilt, I let go the toga and grabbed her waist. I pushed her forward against the side of the dryer and began bucking against her. An interesting if unplanned aspect of Debby’s costume was that the “shoulder straps” kept slipping off her shoulders. She was really showing, swaying to and fro, as we passionately screwed.I was beginning to peak when Carol walked in. “Hey Debby, got a safety pin? Oh, excuse me.” My moment passed as we turned to face Carol. “Don’t stop. “Noo, please!” she wailed, tears welling up in the corners of her brilliant blue eyes. I felt for her, she got so excited about this, and now she couldn’t even touch herself, she would go insane. “Shh, shh, calm down. We don’t want you to get too…excited, do we?” “Ashleeeeyyy!” Oriana yelled, kicking with her one free leg and writhing around on the edge of the bed in frustration. “Now now, Mrs. Donovan, I have gags in my cruiser,” Tish warned, stressing the Mrs. of Mrs. Donovan, in a. After submitting my wife to the lifestyle and having a few threesomes under our belt, she likes to refer to herself as a veteran already. Now to add to her role as the becoming professional she calls herself, she has actually given myself and any guys I may have invited to join us for funzies, a taste of our own medicine. Here I was thinking two guys decimating a tiny framed hot ass would require little to barely any work at all but damn, I was sadly mistaken! One evening following some.