Lisa could hardly catch her breath. Her pussy clenched and relaxed, wanting to be filled. She felt the head of Dane’s cock probe the moist opening o...f her cunt. “Please. Oh, Please,” she begged. “What do you want?” he teased, his dick rubbing over her clamped clit. “Your cock! Fuck me, please,” Lisa cried out. Dane pushed into her slit in one thrust. She felt his balls slapping her ass cheeks. Lisa looked over at Kev. His eyes were glazed, and the veins were standing out. The man’s muscular body. “What? Oh I know,” I said. Then bent, and spread my cheeks wide. “Wow, your so open, fuck Mummy, I can see inside you. Try closing it.”I tried. It closed a little, but not very much. She ran her tongue over it. She giggled.We dressed. Well, Suzie’s idea of being dressed. Micro skirts.“Where did you buy these?” I asked her.“On the market,” she replied.I zipped the little zip up. It was short, an inch lower than my crotch. I pulled it down, but all I did was to expose the top of my thong where it. "Fuck it." he demanded again, "Move that ass!"He pounded away at her for a good ten minutes. The sounds Robin were making were deep grunts. She spoke incoherently as he hammered away at her pussy. Suddenly, I thought he was going to drive her through the wall, I had to move my ear, it was so loud. Then, Robin must have came very hard. "Fuuuck..meeee." she said, in this deep, demonic grunt.Another minute went bye, she didn't make a sound, all I could hear was the mattress, then he almost blew my. To me, it feels like my sensual flaps tie themselves in a perfect knot, pulled as tightly as possible, but the feeling never goes away until some kind of hard item enters my pounding pussy. Many times, that hard item is the bedpost. Really. Somehow, I perfected how to position my body over it. Do not ask me how. I just do it. The oval shape of it is absolutely perfect. The narrow point of the top allows for easy entrance. I can feel my fleshy curtains part and accept my oval bedpost with ease.