You know that you love this prick inside you, don’t you, owning your bowels as I should before I get to flood them!” I openly declared my lust for... Farah’s plump and juicy tush.“Oh, God, it’s ... amazing, getting it back there, just as I want it all the time from at least one of you! Preferably one prick in each hole, trading back and forth as you go ‘round the world.’ When you cum in my ass, I want you to fuck my face and let me lick your cock straight from there. Doesn’t ass-to-mouth sound. They sounded like the sweetest, purest notes, but with dissonant harmonies like metal coming together in a car crash. She made strange motions with her hands, as if she was dragging her claws through soil or clay even though there was nothing before her but empty air.Glistening threads, like angel hair or the finest spider silk, drifted down onto George's chest and shoulders. Where they touched him, they sapped his strength and left behind a state of pleasant enervation. His shoulders fell back. For some reason when I clean my house I like wearing almost nothing so I changed into a hot little thong, tight shorty shorts and a fishnet half shirt. I turned on some music started the laundry and began cleaning, I must of lost track of time because all of a sudden there was a knock on the door and there was Tony, I invited him in offered him a drink and apologized for not being ready as I was reaching into the refrigerator he said no need to apologize I like what it see. I smiled we then. There was another guy sitting with the director who was around my age, cute and on his phone the whole time. A little later, I heard some of the people talking to him and figured out he was the director’s son.Before starting the next scene, the director asked the same amazing looking model if she could do a quick scene with his son, she said sure. A few minutes later and they were naked, the director’s son was licking her pussy and asshole (both fresh from a fuck ten minutes earlier) which.