He was now thrusting hard his moans growing worrying louder, burying his cock deep into my mouth and fucking my face like it’s never been fucked bef...ore by anyone. I wanted his cum in my mouth so much but he had other ideas, he pulled his cock out and stood me up then turned me round so I was leaning on the work surface. He whispered in my ear “Is it ok Sophie, are you sure you really want this?” “Yes, just fucking do me now, fuck me”He didn’t waste another second he bent me over the worktop and. There was another door, with a silver circle that hung open right next to it. Matt touched my wrist, I was still holding a bunch of slap bands and hurriedly shoved them in the back of my skirt’s waistband. The door opened a second later. Drowning Miranda smelled of weed. Matt seemed happy to see them and I had no fucking clue. I felt bad.“Hey.” Said a dude with a bald head and a suit jacket and loose tie over a ripped up t-shirt and jeans. His eyebrows, nose and ears were a constellation of. Her hand found my erection and stroked me. ‘I haven’t done this in a while.’ ‘I will be especially rough on you. You said I was dangerous.’ ‘Shut up and get in me.’ Her cunt was special. Tight, slippery, squeezing me. I drove harder, getting coupled tight. She made a little groaning noise. I pulled back and thrust firmly. She humped up at me. ‘More.’ I had been anxious about this. Flirting is fun, doing it unleashes other feelings. Little worries about performance, about discovering. It must have then been the booze talking, because the next thing I heard was Janet saying, Show me what you mean by big black meat! You show me yours and Ill show you mine! He shoved her back, off his legs and she stood up in front of him. He slipped off his shirt and kicked off his shoes. Standing and smiling, he dropped his pants and stepped out of them totally naked with a huge black cock dangling between his legs that would make any stud horse envious! My bride was eyeing his cock and.