I smacked her beautifully round and tight ass, pulled her hair and fingered her very tight asshole. She is screaming "YES, YES, YEEES, DON'T YOU FUCKI...G STOP, DON"T YOU FUCKING STOP!" as we fucked like a****ls.Tired of the kitchen, we moved to the floor of her living room... I'm on my back, she is squatting on my cock, riddin' reverse cowgirl! She has this thing she does with her hips while my dick's deep inside her wet cunt, it drives me nuts. She's being ridding me for about 6 minutes now and. My heart rate intensified as my brain took in the marvelous view.As we drew closer to the house I knew the moment would not last much longer. Just then she shifted her wait and turned her upper body to lean away from me. This allowed for her legs to slide more in my direction, and the first chance I got I turned my gaze to see them once again. My mouth instantly became agape as I noticed that her dress had slid up noticeably hire and her legs were now slightly parted. Without thinking about. What do you think? I dont know, the whore whispered, tears beginning to fall. Please, I dont know. Neither do I. He walked out of the room and punched in the code for the servants room. When the door opened, the odor of feces hit him like an ocean wave, and his confusion vanished instantly. He grinned as he held his breath and moved to the sink. Dasas legs and feet were covered in her shit, and he turned on the cold water. As it hit her, she screamed. He let the water wash away her filth, and. Moments later and she was done. By now, her bladder's supply of pee was running low. She looked around, desperate for somewhere even naughtier to finish off her leak.She could, of course, have another wee over the wall but that would be boring now. So would another piss over the carpet or the table. The other cabinets were locked so she couldn't pee into them. The need in her bladder reminded her that she still needed to go.Suzanne approached the table, the piss puddle she had made glistening.