.. as she poured oil on his massive dick ... until it was lathered to the point of excessiveness.She then poured more oil straight down her cleavage ..... from the top. After tossing the bottle on one of the couch cushions ... she stuck a hand under the bra and began to massage her deep cleavage, rubbing her lube-covered hand all over the valley between her ridiculously compressed 38L-cup beauties! She took her hand out of the breast-crammed bra, and said "Let's go! Fuck my giant tits!" Jack laid. " Club?!" Brian scoffed, his fingers brushing a short fringe away from hiseyes. "What're you, like, talking about Beth? I so don't go to clubs.They're, like-really lame!" He frowned. He wanted to ask where the girlylilt in his voice had come from, and why the word "like" left his mouthevery few words. Yet, he could only say "Beth, please-eeeeek!" before theheels of his slippers suddenly shot up, seemingly shooting a bolt oflightning up his legs and up to his butt, causing him to lurch and. His lips locked on mine as he moved us to the sofa. Guiding us onto the edge of the sofa he laid back as I rode his cock to oblivion.Scoping my tits out of my Basque he began biting my nipples as his cock savaged my pussy.Another orgasm swept over me as he unlocked his lips from mine and informed that he was about to come.I leapt from his cock and snatched his exploding cock into my hungry mouth as spurt after spurt of delicious cream slid down my tongue and throat.Not a single drop escaped. He. Her group had moved and I looked around a little lost until I heard Mr Lenson's bellowing laugh from another room. I quickly made my way over there and found a smaller and somewhat quieter room, where much the same group as before were all stood around Mr Lenson engaged in conversation. Then I noticed my wife and realised my prayers had been answered at least in part. She stood close to Lenson still, another drink in her hand but instead of his arm being around her waist, it had moved south and.