" That's telling him, honey," one of the other players said with a laugh.Dawn patted Michael's butt, her signal for him to raise it off the chair so t...at she could slide slacks and shorts off. The other players could hear the tinkle of his belt and the thud of the wallet in his slacks as it hit the floor. Without touching his cock, the rookie whore began to play with Michael's nut sac, squeezing it enough to raise a gasp from his throat. She licked the drop of pre-cum that had formed at his. Then her free hand moved between his hairy thighs. Grasping his wrinkled ball bag, Angela gently kneaded the twin globes."Ahhh, Mom! Here it comes!"He heaved forward, stabbing his stone-hard prick down her throat. Then the cock juice started squirting, splattering the roof of her mouth in a torrent of rich, milky cum."Ummmllppp!" Angela nearly came on the couch cushions as her stud son unloaded between her lips. His jism was so delicious, so much hotter and sweeter than her husband's cum had. Fingers tweaked over my nipples, squeezed and caressed the globes of my breasts. I tried to direct their hands or to touch myself to give myself the release I so desperately craved at that moment, and my hands were slapped away, a gentle reminder not to fight or to move unless I was told to. Once more, I was close to finding my pleasure and once more it was denied me.I was turned to lay upon my stomach, long fingers stroking the rounded globes of my bottom, pulling them apart to rub the oil. I knew that his hands held it countless times, and knowing that, I thrust it into me, hungrily. I laid on my back, spread my legs wide, and gripped the bristle end of the brush with both hands while furiously and forcibly invaded myself with it.I started to pound myself with it, impaling my body with it. Yes! Christ yes. Please, please do me harder!I wanted this to hurt. Because I knew that soon the pain and pleasure would reach an intersection point. Those sensations would come together, and.