“I fucking need this.” he exclaimed as he pushed his jeans down. I licked my lips as I saw it. “You missed my spunk Ben?” he said as he pushed...his dick in my face. I worked my tongue under his skin and was pleased to recognise his taste. I licked his length and sucked on his magnificent low hangers. I throated him again and again stopping to nibble on the side of his thick shaft and probe his slit. I wanked him and licked up his strings of precum. I made him moan. His cum load took me by. "Nooooooo," wailed the tree, and its upper branches flailed.It felt like her pussy too, and Pinocchio, ever the selfish boy, fucked it lustily until he spurted again.The tree grew another six feet instantly, which was not such a good thing for Pinocchio, since he was suddenly suspended, six feet off the ground, his wooden penis still firmly inserted into the knot hole."Help!" he yelped, holding onto the tree trunk to keep from breaking his precious penis off. "Somebody HELP MEEEEE!"All he heard. She hovered over the woman, her knees on the seat of the chair on either side of the woman's hips. The woman glanced at the entry door to the room, as if checking to see if their privacy would be disturbed. Smiling back at the girl, she quickly opened her top to reveal her large and healthy breasts, tan lines and all. She was truly enjoying the private performance, and, especially, the decadent choice of music. She opened her arms, an invitation to her private dancer.She leant in again, this. She slid more and more of my cock into her mouth until no more would fit and then took it all out and started again. She was incredible. Her husband moved right next to me and she moved to his cock, slowly teasing his girth. I reached over and began to touch the base of his cock. As she licked his head, I gently pulled on his shaft. I moved down and joined her. Our tongues danced around the head of his cock. Our tongues would meet occasionally and lock for a moment. We would essentially.