Ass was tight enough that I was sure I could bounce a quarter off it. Maybe Jess would let me try someday.“So,” I said, eyes narrowed, “is this ...is voluntary, Brent and I can get dressed again?”Emma narrowed her eyes as well.“Sure, if Brent never wants to get laid again and if you want Jess to punish the hell out of your ass for disobeying,” she replied.“That doesn’t sound very voluntary,” I grumbled but without being able to control my smirk. Emma shrugged. “Potato, po-tah-toe.”Mike was left. "Let's dispense with the formalities, cherie," he whispered in English, his strong hands teasing and massaging the smoothness of her buttocks, ever drawing her closer into the solid strength of his loins.Once more, his overwhelming charm completely captivated her, raising another little gasp in her throat. Ohhhh... for certain, she was going to enjoy this... He lowered his head slowly, completely engulfing her soft, wet mouth with his own lips, his tongue sliding between her lips and against. "Nor is licking me out," she said. "But we won't be doing that just yet either." "Oh come on," Jake said as she squeezed another dribble out of his knob. He hooked it over his finger and offered it to Kay. "I'm sure that you'll survive," she licked the strand of precum off his finger, "even with lover's balls." She stood up and straightened herself up. "Now bring that out to the lounge and let's get this thing organised." She grabbed him by the cock and walked him out to the lounge. I could see now that my wife wasn’t there next to him. He was still sitting in the corner with people surrounding him. I walked over to see where Stacey could have gone. “Oh, I see you two are enjoying yourselves?” I said as I approached the table. As I then noticed that my wife’s lips were around the golden cock. She was bobbing up and down slowly and using her hand to jack that huge dick off. I could hear her slurp and moan. This was hot, but I wanted to get him back to our place as soon as.