Things became more unintelligible and awkward between me and the Italians. The only memorable thing I got out of them was the worst Italian phrase one...could say: Bocca Dio. It means god is a pig. I tried it out a few weeks later and it’s potency was not exaggerated. Their grins were getting more weary. I was sitting next to one of the guy’s girlfriend and he appreciated it none. It was my cue. I was about to brave the crowd and grab another table when some girl approached me and said I looked. "She tightens her grip on each of the men to her side and pumps up and down. Sean holds the shaft of his swollen penis in his right hand, and then guides the head back in her mouth. She opens wide to take him again, feeling him push toward the back of her throat. "Come on," he says. "Take the whole thing. That's it, come on," he says. "Take it all." She strains to fit him in, straightening her neck as he pushes deeper down her throat. "That's it, baby. Keep going," he says.She pushes forward. Don't worry about the driver, he is used with those kind of scenes. You are rubbing my leg, up to my thigh, trying to reach between. I look up to you, smiling while I push your hand off and I start to lick from your balls to the tip of your mushroom head. Be patient until we get home. So we are at my house now. Both horny and hard, but I try to hide mine. You are sitting on my couch, drinking a glass of wine I gave to you. I get up in front of you, starting to slowly get undressed. Pulling my. Pauli went first and I watched my husband start to drool. He held himself together for her shoes and socks, but when he got his first glimpse of her amazing breasts, his face showed the elation of a boy in a candy shop. Insecurity crept it, so I turned my attentions to Connor.Connor pushed his pants down and stepped out of them, then touched the waistband of his underwear and said, “You do it,” to me in his sultry voice.I could see his massive member showing in all its glory through his.