Blaine wriggled against me, and I could feel the soft red hairs on her pussy. They were slightly curly, and betrayed the real style of her hair. She s...ent hours straightening that mane every morning, and I felt delighted to know the truth behind something so intimate. Slowly, gently, I pushed my fingertips past her those curls and into the warmth of her sex. Blaine gripped my shoulder firmly, and pulled me close. Her green eyes smoldered with desire. She kissed me, and I didn’t resist. Her hot. We have done some swinging in the past, but we've maintained some pretty strict rules about deciding who we sleep with. This story is about a time where I didn't follow the rules. I live in a town near the ocean. As you can imagine, boats come in during the summer and dock here. My boyfriend frequents the only classy bar in town. About a month ago, he and I went to the bar to eat some oysters. We met a guy at the bar named Tom. Tom was a big man with a heavy-set build and a shaved head. He was. I fed my cock back into her throat and me and the farmer double ended Fiona in the headlights, every time he thrust he forced her down my dick, it wasnt long before I needed to empty my sacks and grabbed her and held her down on my dick, my cock pulsated and sperm spewed into her throat. Of course she swallowed the lot except a bit that dribbled down her chin. I stood aside and let the farmer continue slamming his meat into Fionas mature hole, his old cock doing its best to make her come.. I warn you that I am about to come so you start sucking me harder I shoot my load all down your throat and you swallow the lot. You raise your head an open your mouth to show your audience what a filthy cum slut you really are. If only the other people in your work knew the real you.I overtake the coach and we continue our journey to London . We arrive in the hotel about 4 pm . After checking in we head for a quick drink in the bar. “I see you really enjoyed your audience on the motorway” I.