His glance locked again with the slim, clear bottle which was sitting on the table. It urged him, whispered silent promises of easy oblivion. But he s...ill resisted. He did not want to become a captive of alcohol, one of those run-down figures he had always despised all his life. This would certainly be the last triumph for both his wife and his daughter to see him becoming a worthless piece of junk, living from the refuse of society, begging for a piece of money to buy some cheap booze, himself. She was already on the verge by Matts tongue. I could see Melissa pulling at Matts waist to thrust his cock as deep into her as he could. As Matt came into my wife insaw the look of release on her face. She seemed quite content with being filled with another mans cum. As soon as Matt pulled himself out of Melissa i could see all her drippings slowly oozing from his cock. I immediatley kissed my wife. And started playing with her clit. She was still shakey from being dominated by Matt. I had. Daz remained naked apart from his collar and blindfold and felt humiliated as he knelt on all fours on the coffee table as the ladies watched on. You mentioned he was about to suck your dick before we arrived commented one of the ladies. "That's right" answered Mj as she removed her skirt to expose the strap-on that she still wore. Mj walked to the front of the table and Daz felt the plastic dick push against his mouth. "lick it" commanded his mistress. Daz could hear the guests giggling as. After more than a few torturous caresses to my breasts, I was pushed to my back and felt my wrists being tethered to the bed. I kept my legs wide and stretched in front of me. “Beautiful” was all He said. The slow caresses began again. He moved lower and lower down my body. Never quite touching me where I wanted Him most. I began to feel crazed with my need. It was so difficult to hold still and not moan at the gentle contact. His touch moved to my aching clit, just as I was ready to jump for.
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