”Suddenly, desire struck us good...“Looking at this armchair lets me completely turned on. How about you, Char?”“I cannot speak different, Art...hur! And I got a great idea!”“What kind of idea you mean?”“Well...”, she just pushed me to sit on that chair, while she without any trouble, took my cock out of my pants and started to stroke it. All with that wicked face she has”“S-Sweetheart... w-what are y-you doing?”“Those assholes had their time with this armchair! Now it’s our turn to screw here!”I. With 3 powerful thrust he sends you over your peak, and shoots load after load into your no longer tight pussy. You get 3 seconds to think glad you got on the pill 2 months ago, before the milk chocolate man is smacking you in the face with his cock telling you to clean it. Without thinking like the mindless wanton slut you are you start licking and sucking your spit of his cock. Before you know it he is again fully erect and telling his buddy to move because it is his turn to destroy your. She was pretty much alert now and aware of everything happening to her. It was just as she had pictured. She was bound up snugly on the "humping" horse and had very little give to wiggle or squirm to get away from the degrading things that were certain to test her resolve not to shout out the "Safe" word.She could hear some of them making lewd remarks about the white cream leaking from her twin holes of passion now displayed like collector's items on top of the padded table of despair.Heather. Have a good night with the fed." Hey, wait a minute, I'm just taking the man back to his hotel." She smiled, her eyes full of mischief. "Oh, and maybe a drink in the lounge before he goes up to his room."She grabbed her jacket, and, followed by Roger, walked out the door. Michelle hurried outside to watch the two of them roar off on the big motorcycle. Roger had his arms wrapped around Stephanie's waist, his coat tails flapping behind him.She was still standing there when she felt a hand on her.