“Doggie,” I said and she assumed the position. “Got any lube?” I asked.“I don’t do anal,” she replied.“Got any lube?” I repeated. Sh... shook her head. “OK, then this may hurt.” With that I pressed my dick against her asshole and began to push in.“Wait,” she said and reached over to pull out some KY from the nightstand drawer. Handing it back to me she said, “Go easy.”I squirted a glob on her asshole and smeared some over my dick, then tossed the tube on the bed. Without a word, I placed my dick. "She's full now, I'll bet," he muttered. Setting the half empty pitcher in the corner, he removed the tube from its connection on the mask, and headed for the sprayer. The equipment that Mr. Dodds wheeled over to Mandy's motionless side appeared to be a common paint sprayer, and was, except for minor modifications to the spray-gun. It was a contractor type, with one hose to the air compressor, and one that dipped into the paint bucket. In this case, however, the label on the five gallon. After few more attempts, she still wanted more, so I graciously slid that thong off and was presented with a beautifully shaven, wet, hot, pink pussy in front of me. She had her hands gripping the bed sheets and enjoying the rhythmic grinding of my fingers and hand in between her legs. Sliding two fingers in and working them for like 4-5 minutes I noticed her breath growing harder and louder. I figured she was going to orgasm soon, so I quickly increased the pace, as did she. I always liked to. “Now listen closely, princess, and I will tell you exactly what to do and say.”Aladdin laid back on the couch, smiling as he rested in the mid-day sun. This was the life! An entire tray of food set out by palace servants. Meats, bread, tasty cheeses and all sorts of sauces and spreads. So much and so filling that he’d actually left half of it untouched. When was the last time he’d had a full stomach, let alone wasted food? Years, at least, and the guards wouldn’t even chase him for it.He kept.