You pull my skirt over my ass, rub your wet hard cock over my crack, working your way to my tight waiting hole.You push in, one push all the way up to...your balls, I screem with pleasure, you moan and pull me hair.You pull out, tease with the tip of your magnificent cock, grab both my shoulders, push all the way in.Ohh that feels so good.You start pumping, one hand up my shirt stoking my tiny tits, the other pulling me towards you.You push, I push back, moaning my clit streaming precum.I feel. “You have lusted for other men. Burned to experience sinful congress with their bodies. Yearned to be penetrated and filled. You did not care who fucked you.“You just needed to be fucked.”“No,” Abigail groaned again and walked forward, entranced by the dick. Lynette let Abigail go. “Yes, yes, that's it. Worship his dick.”“How many times did you cheat on Damien?”“Never,” Abigail panted. “Only when Faust dominated me. When I was...his...slave.”“But you wanted to.”Abigail's pussy clenched. “Yes!. Now I knew what all the fuss was about! Kyle's tongue moved around my dick light and quick as a feather, tickling and teasing me as I tried to do the same for him. I could take all of his dick in my mouth too! My nose pressed into his soft, clean balls and they smelled like soap from his bath. My lips were tight around the base, my tongue washing the boy everywhere as I swallowed his leaking precum."Get your legs up," Heather whispered and I didn't know what was going on for a second there. I'd. You’ll be on Oprah, in more ways than one. Hey, how come there are no other people in this hotel?’ He laughed. ‘I can afford to pay for every room in the place. I like my privacy.’ ‘Well, could we go down to the pool and go for a swim? I’m getting hot. Aren’t you, Chris?’ She stared at the bulge in his pants and put her hand on it, rubbing its length gently. ‘Oh yeah . . . I’m . . . uh . . . a little hot myself. Did you bring a suit?’ ‘Can’t we skinny dip? I mean, if there are no other guests.