“Oh, I will. I'll make you cum so hard!”I savored her moans, her pants. I reveled in every thrust into her pussy. Every last plunge into that hot ...unt. I would make her explode. I thrust hard and fast. I plowed into her juicy twat. Her fingernails scratched at my back. Her face rubbed into my torso. Her breath washed across my chest hairs.“Mr. Michaels!” she whimpered, squeezing that juicy twat around my cock. “Oh, Mr. Michaels!”“That's it,” I groaned. “Oh, god, that's it. Work that cunt around. " Lia nodded again and walked away, deep in thought. Pru turned back to help Maeve, who was organizing their gear preparatory to hauling it into the shelter of the field."Maeve, tell me more about these camouflage fields." What do you want to know, Pru? They work like a charm, as long as you don't make a bump on the horizon that wasn't there before." Can you make them go away?" You could bomb one, I suppose, but that's not what you mean; it would make mush out of everyone inside. A bomb would. “You think so?” Mark said. “It looks like her pussy needs some attention,” he said referring to the way my fingers were flying over my clit. He picked me up, his cock still buried in my ass, and sat back on the couch. I lay back against him and looked up at Paul who was holding his cock and smiling at me.“I like the way you think,” he said as he pushed my legs back and pressed the head of his cock against my swollen pussy. I felt him slide that thick cock into me, fighting for space with Mark. His lips graze my flat tummy, stopping at kitty for a tease, and then down my legs. My body quivers un anticipation. I stop him before he continues any further and play my soft slow jams cd madr especially for this night. Ushrrs there goes my baby plays and his eyes gaze into mine. Candyman pulls my shirt over my head and unbuckles my bra, letting it fall to the floor, my perky tits waiting for hi a touch. He twirls them with his fingers and I lean my head back moaning softly. Hr pulls his.