Feeling the hard hubs against my tongue again sent shocks down through my body and my hips thrust upwards searching for it's release. Releasing one of... my tits, my hand moved down over my skin, over my tummy and down the top of my leg before returning back upwards and over where I could feel the real heat. Again my hips thrust upwards only this time, meeting my hand as it lay there against my lips, enjoying the feel of the soft skin there, stroking it lightly as though teasing myself, causing me. I could tell when her shithole been breached because her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened. I was mesmerised by the slutty look of satisfaction mixed with pain her face. The buggering that Dad was giving her was getting more and more intense, I’d never even fucked a cunt as hard as he was plowing her arse. Tears were rolling down her face but she didn’t want it to stop. I moved by head towards her and snogged her deep. The bed was shaking like fuck, I could feel the vibrations. Ben leans back and falls asleep, but I can’t seem to get comfortable - at least not comfortable enough to sleep. Irina complains in Russian, “Даша сидеть и пойти спать.”Dasha, sit still and go to sleep.I counter, “Ирина Я не могу получить комфортно.”Irina, I can’t get comfortable.She reminds me, “Даша этот рейс длится близко один день, вам нужно спать.”Dasha, this flight lasts close to one day and you require sleep.I say, “Я знаю, как долго этот бой, но я не сонным.”I know how long this fight. "Why are you going to Vegas?" I'm not really," I said. "I have an hour layover and then I'm heading to Philly for a wedding." Oh really," she squealed. "I love weddings! Is it yours?" No way," I bellowed. "It's my cousin's wedding, again. I'm not too keen on going but my mom says I need to be supportive. I told her that I was supportive that last two times and those hadn't worked out, maybe I'm jinxed."She giggled and told me the story of her aunt Julie who had been married five times and each.