In short, my pussy started leaking enough juice to float a battleship. And that was before I'd examined the centerpiece of her entire outfit: a massiv... silicone strap-on jutting obscenely from her crotch.Cindy's fake cock was coated with a sheen of lube that she had thoughtfully applied before her grand entrance. I was absolutely entranced by the dancing reflections of the soft mood lighting that played across the dildo's wet surface as she seductively crossed the room- hips swaying and heels. My companion’s body language clearly stated, “Who else, asshole? Get a grip.”“Have you got it?” I asked, equally dense.“Have you?” he replied. At least, the voice was clearly that of an educated man, not an opportunistic vagrant. A slight, maybe even scrawny figure, this man of mystery wore an oversized hooded sweatshirt, hood pulled tight around his face. I would not be seeing Mr. Smith’s visage this night.But considering I had my coat collar high and a Giants ball cap pulled low, I was being. “You sound angry, Aaron. Do you need the bowl now to cool you off??” Jess inquired, eyes narrowed to slits. I responded immediately.“No, Ma’am! It’ll go down, I’m sure.”“Do I need to put a cock ring on you to ensure you don’t climax?” Jess asked threateningly.“No! No, Ma’am, I’ll be good, I swear!” I was almost frantic by that point.Jess frowned at me. “Hmm ... I don’t know...”Emma spoke before Jess could say anything further.“I think he should be allowed to cum,” Emma said decisively. “He was. There's still a huge puddle of my own cum all over my chest and stomach from cuming with Sarah. It looks like it's just going to be added to the next load from Mia. And then again hopefully the next from Clara."Oh, you like our brother's cock don't you? You love that our little brother's cock is going nice and deep. Let me all the way in." Sarah is so dirty, it's great. She holds Mia's ankles over her shoulders and plows the other half of my cock onto her. She doesn't waste any time with.