Last yearwas the first time we were invited to the annual Halloween party and Ididn't realize just how much the quality of the costumes mattered. Our"...ver the counter" pirate and barmaid costumes were far less thanacceptable and I was informed several times after the party to "up mygame" for next year. I've also been reminded several times over the lastfew weeks." Damn! I'm sorry. I thought you looked great as an eighteenth centurybarmaid. I guess my pirate outfit was a little cheesy compared. Even so, I had no complaints. Fucking the slut senseless and watching her cum over and over again was enough to keep me going. "Get that big fucking cock back up my arse" she moaned. I had held back from doing so for a good while, deciding to let her have some fun for a bit, but I didn't need asking twice. I rammed my cock deep into her arse and continued fucking her stupid. She felt unbelievable and I started to sense I would cum fairly soon.She signalled for me to get on my back then climbed. That thought fades as you remember her lips on your neck, the tingle as her teeth touch your skin. Your body starts to crave for her, she is like a drug and you can’t get enough! “Lillian,” her name escapes your lips. You decide to return to Blood Rush as soon as the sun is down, to seek her out. The day drags on and the hours feel like years and the minutes tick like time has slowed just to make you miserable. You try to fill your day with action but that is impossible. You’re fixated on her.. "More, more, more . . . make me cum hard," she yelled out. Then suddenly, Lesa almost seized up and stiffened as she bellowed: "I'm cummmming. I'm cummming. I'm cummming." As she did, a huge squirt of pussy juice was ejected and created a large wet spot on the bed."Well, it looks like that slutty pussy of yours needs attention now," I hissed. And I slid my body down on the bed so I could lick Lesa's clit and pussy lips while inserting my fingers inside her sopping cunt. I lapped Lesa with my.