“Good?” “Very. Now fuck me.” She started to ride him, lifting herself until his member was almost completely out before slowly sliding herself...down the full length of the greasy pole. “Fingers, dear. Let them see. I’ll lift.” What that brought about was a wonderfully erotic exhibition for two onlookers who were seeing their first live fuck. Harold cupped his hands under Charmian’s arse, lifting her on and off his rigid dick. His wife now reached down with her right hand and let her fingers work. His toy, inside me. As the hard surface pressed in bluntly, I wondered at what I was trying: it was truly gigantic. But even as I thought that, the tip of the fake-cock eased inside my pussy. I rubbed my clit, horny – not just at the dirty thing I was doing to myself but the fact that my boyfriend was waiting patiently just across the hallway. The stretching continued, and I felt a deliciously satisfying feeling of being full. I rubbed my clit harder and heightened my pleasure by tugging the. He stared down at the girl unblinking who held his gaze unflinchingly. Without any fuss his trousers fell from his waist and landed around his ankles. “Kneel on the blanket and take out my cock,” the tall man whispered. Sophie could sense the middle-sized man pacing around the blanket, his eyes almost burning into her. She did as she was asked. Without breaking eye-contact with the tall man, she knelt directly in front of him before letting her fingers rest gently on the enormous bulge inside. I glanced at my TAG. It was one thirty in the afternoon.***After unpacking and familiarising myself with my drab confines - "Holiday Inn for agoraphobes" - I left my room to wander and gain my bearings. I very soon realised that there was a compelling reason for the efficiency and brevity of Dennis' tour. There was really very little freedom to be had for 004. After a few fairly fruitless minutes peering in at various depressingly restricted areas, I sat for a while in the deserted library,.