Straddling her curvaceous body, a well-muscled and distinctlywealthy looking man was thrusting his immense cock into her eager wetmouth. As she sloppi...y devoured his shaft to the hilt, she used herright hand to furiously finger her drenched pussy, and her left in ahopeless attempt to steady the uncontrollable bouncing of her oversizedand spit-covered tits... tits that were so perfect in every way, thatthey looked as though they'd been wished into existence by some hornyteenaged boy.It was only. I told him we both couldn't fit in there and he said, "It's you with your tiny prick or one of these men with their 11-inchers." I got behind her and tried my best to enter her pussy. however the motion ocean this fat man was causing forced me into her butt instead. In one swift movement and fat wave, I was in to my balls. I could feel this man's hard cock next to mine. We were separated by a thin piece of membrane. Wendy was beyond herself in agony. And started to scream again. Mel yelled to. “Go on Donald,” Emma tells him.Before he starts up again, he leans against Emma’s thigh, where he feels so comfortable now, he takes her hand in his, and with the fingers of his other hand, Donald begins gently rubbing her inner arm from bend in elbow down to wrist and back with just the tip of two fingers. A tickling sweetness begins there in Emma’s arm, and then buzzes out – first all the way up her arm, across her shoulders, down her other arm to her fingertips even. Then as it goes on, she. Other people went away when she ignored them. Why was he still standing there? When the bartender suddenly flipped the chair beside her booth around and straddled it, Marti’s eyes felt like they were going to pop out of her head. From the view she had with her eyes lowered, she had a clear shot of the man’s legs. His thighs strained the material of his jeans and Marti thought she was going to melt. Good God — was this guy real or had someone created him after taping into Marti’s fantasies —.