She went to straighten up but he commanded her,stay there. He was still ranting and he said even all this shit about me eating fruit to reduce stress ...nd you are JUST fucking late when it pleases.I'll give you fruit.She saw that he' grabbed a banana which she thought he was goin to hurl off the wall.She heard him unpeel it then felt one hand pull her pants to the side and felt the banana go inside her.He roughly thrust it in and out of her,took it out of her hot vagina and stuffed it in her. Both women enjoyed watching him made to wait anxiously with cock bobbing erect and weeping pre-cum as Lana stroked the hood of her clitoris. Lana worked herself as she had previously had to do on so many occasions before her liaison with Tara, rarely had her husband granted her the time to achieve orgasm; now she owned him, and her satisfaction would be met long before he was given that luxury. She sighed as the pleasure increased the enjoyment of her spite for him.'Down you go, I need to be. ..wow, he thought....impressive. He brought the pussy pic back up and cropped the screen..making her pussy closer. He envisioned that huge cock ploughing her juices up. Then, he thought of his own cock in there. It wasn't as long, but thicker...much thicker. He wondered if she could swallow it....time would tell. McPeevie knew he couldn't attract women like he had in his youth. He was over 60, overweight, going bald..and generally, not a nice person. He had similar experiences, through work,. Their bodies twisted together and the scent of their arousal mixed. The night wind blew at the branches and the candles, making it seem as if nature was dancing to their love making. Their sighs, groans and moans made a symphony of pleasure. He stayed above her and brought a firm hand to her head as he pushed in and out of her. His pace began to speed and his moans began to deepen. Lizzy’s eyes were closed now and her hands clenched at the quilt beneath her. She felt Quin’s hard length pressing.