Sasha was a tremendously good looking man from Serbia. Tall with eight pack abs, and that sex v-cut in under the belly she loves so much. He was a b...g guy, muscular but not too muscular. Jet black short hair and grey eyes completed his sexiness. The cock? It was a long, thick beautiful tool of manliness without a stop button. Dude knocked the bottom out of her ass for three long hours. It was the kind of sex that left a woman slightly bruised and limping the next day.She loved satisfying. I did as instructed, without hesitation. my legs shaking making it difficult to kneel. He fingered my cunt very roughly and i was very wet...i love the sound of wet pussy.... i could barely keep up on my knees they shook so much. my hands in fists around the material of my little plaid skirt holding it up. i felt the heat from Him on my ass. i heard the bottle of lube. He came up and put one arm around my belly and pulled me tight against His chest, making me fall and lean back on Him. He told. He then looked to the pirates to see how they fared.Marisol looked at James, her eyes wide with a "what were you thinking" expression as the Marines rushed down. Keeping her composure, she rushed to Emmaline's side, trading her own pistol for the rifle, which she promptly cracked across the face of the next Marine to enter the hold. Emma took another two on her own, as a great shot, and Marisol gave her a proud closed lip smile as the other five were made quick work of - one by James, even.. Almost immediately, though, I recognized the scent that meant "Danni". We didn't speak. Instead we made out, lying on our sides, and after a dozen long, sensual kisses, and me sucking on her nipples for ten minutes or so, we kind of ended up with me on top of her and I kind of ended up sliding into her and she kind of professed her undying love for me and I never thought even once about the condoms under a stack of T shirts in my dresser, ten feet away.And number four was later the next day.