He then returned to polishing my knob which was wet with my own pre-cum. Almost instantly, I blew a load straight between my legs which ended up in a ...ool on the floor of the ute. It was all too much for Brett as he whipped out his dick and rolled his already slicked up hand around the top of his raging hard cock and squirted a stream of his hot white juice straight onto the dashboard. It was lucky that we were on a quiet road at the time and I stopped so we could clean up the beautiful mess we. One he would have to earn. “I want you to eat it.”“Eat what?”“This pussY,” she gasped as he bit her clit. The thought of him leading her into his own little dark fantasy was so… Honestly, it was hard to describe how it made her feel. Sexy. Wanted. Desired.“What do you say?”“Please.” And now she was begging. Great.“Please what?”“Please eat this pussy.”It didn’t feel right to talk. She’d much rather have his dick bent inside her throat. They could always communicate other ways. Perhaps he sensed. ”Hank picked her up and carried her over the threshold of the bathroom as if it was their wedding night. He turned on the hot water and lowered her into the tub. He grabbed some soap and began lathering up her silky smooth skin. She was so beautiful so perfect in everyway. The two kissed passionately and Hank began rubbing her vagina with the bar of soap. She smiled and said “Your turn.” Hank turned around and she lathered up her hands with man’s body wash and began massaging his body. She. Flaming red hair. An Amazonian warrior princess… And like the others, Vanja was wearing vintage burlesque underwear: black bustier, suspenders, seamed stockings, eight inch heels, above-the-elbow satin gloves. She stood at the back of the stage, hands on hips, bust pushed out. An arrogant eyebrow was raised at the crowd, a sneer of contempt contorting her lipstick-heavy lips. She strutted to the front of the stage, flanked by Suzie and Beatrice, thrust her mountainous breasts out even.