I ran my hands over her warm skin and gripped her firm tight buns. I ran my finger through her crack and she moaned. "Go ahead and finger my ass, ...uck my ass with your finger, don't worry about hurting me." I want you to take me." She was pleading for me to do with her what I wanted. I proceeded to do what she asked. She groaned, as I pushed my finger into her hot tight anus. There was a little resistance then my finger went in. The sensation was just as if I had put my finger. He wondered what the theme would be this year. Other entertainment was also being planned, with some of the specialists gifted musicians in their own right. They had worked with the craftsmen and made a number of acoustic guitars so that they could contribute a little 'concert' to the overall event.Scott planned to make his contribution through his culinary skills once more and he thought long and hard about what he should make. He finally settled on a modified version of boeuf en croute, filet. " Which hole do u want?" i ask, "give me the ass first he says." I then align myself on his dick and start riding that thing like a jockey on a horse. He then lifts me up and pushes me over the dresser, then he lifts my left leg up and throws it on top of the dresser. Mmmmmmm i love the rough stuff. Then he bends down behind me and start rubbing his nose in in my pussy and sniffing it like a bouquet of roses, then he spits all over my cunt and inside me too then shoves his cock so fast and hard. “Okay, now lay down.” I obeyed him. I laid on the desk, propping myself halfway up with my elbow, my legs dangling off the edge closest to him. I spread my legs a little as an invitation. He grabbed my knees softly, moving my legs farther apart. He stood closer to my opening. He guided his copius length into me, going slow. pushing as deep as he could, intently watching my face. For signs of pain, perhaps. I grasped his arms, making a quiet moan. He slowly pulled back, partially out, then.