As instructed, Chris goes to the front door and rings the bell.Lynn removes her jacket and opens the door to greet him. “Hi, Chris. It’s good to s...e you. Come in and make yourself at home,”He plays along, “I’ve been looking forward to seeing your house.”“Let me show you around. This, obviously, is the foyer, that’s the living room, and that door upstairs to the left is the bedroom.”She guides him through the library to the family room and kitchen.He puts his arms around her and they exchange a. He wanted awake when he first fucks her. She started to wake and looked scared at being tied and naked with her legs spread. Here he was with his huge cock straddling her body. She knew he was going to fuck her. He rubbed her pussy and told her to relax and how much she would love being fucked and all he would do to her tonight. She looked at his cock and he told he he was going to push it in her tight cunt and fuck her till she screamed. he told her she would want more and more of his big. After trying to find a name for it she had finally come to call it race horse style because it reminded her of the way a jockey leans forward in the saddle on their race horse with their knees bent and feet in the stirrups when riding their mounts. At first she had called it Mountie style but had stopped because whenever she fucked this way she always found the Mountie term too funny to keep her focus. What she found so funny was that like a Mountie she was the ‘mountee’ and would bring in her. Her stunning long legs were being forced wide open as she writhed on the ground. Between her legs was a face she recognised it was the coach Becca. The big busted blonde’s mouth rubbing across a swollen slit as one convict gripped her head directing her actions, the other straddling Steph his arms gripping her knees pushing wide. His naked bottom was half squatting over her face his ball sack slapping across the despairing face of his pinned toy. “Get in there; common I want see her wet and.