I talked some about me but I wanted to know more about them. I quickly found out that Michelle was recently divorced and Carmen was trying to get her... out of the house and socialize. As we drank more, we became more uninhibited. Our conversation covered everything from daily life to sex.I got up to go to the restroom and Michelle said she needed to go too. We walked together down the dark hall. She asked me to wait for her to come back out. I finished up and met her in the hall. She. Her fair, North Indian looks made her hot property of underground porn; thick cocksucking lips and deep brown eyes while she blew rods, twerking her massive ass and giving the middle finger to the camera: directed at her husband. Long, straight black hair pulled by her lovers as they rammed and slammed her oversized shitter. It has seen double and even triple penetrations.Fatima wore her porn attire under the abaya; composed of either leggings and tight tops that show off her gigantic,. You’re earning that reward, aren’t you?” He nodded eagerly. “Stand-up and approach the edge of the bed. I saw you put this dildo in your mouth the other night to get it wet for me. I’d like you to do that for me again.” I held it out for him to take. “Then, and only then, will I let you return to your seat and rub your dick as the dildo stretches my juicy pussy.”After a quick glance towards my vagina, he began to lick the glass from base to tip. I started to rub my clit with one hand and work. She begged him to still be alive even though she knew that it was most likely hopeless. And she cried, quiet tears, her chest so full of pain she didn't know how she drew breath.She reached back down and started on the knots again. They were stubborn and her fingers were sore and bleeding. But she was pig headed. And she wanted out of this room more than she wanted almost anything but Nick."Michelle, what are you doing?" Nothing, just resting." She didn't have room in her for.