My insides were alive, despite being emotionally drained from the climax. I wanted more, my inner slut energised. More bucking, more spanking, more un...estrained cries, more suffocating orgasms as his hot, fat cock invaded my wettest, tightest places. He made me feel new. My mind reeled, alert. I pictured us rounding out the evening in the sumptuous room, him peeling off my dress leaving me in nothing but the boots, finishing with the bottle on ice by the coffee table, giggling like teenagers.. Kristen watched as the white body, with the pale red freckles on its shoulders, appeared around the corner of the front pew. It — and it pleased Sister to think of herself as an it— made its way slowly and painfully, lifting its ass and pushing itself forward with its knees, its arms at its sides. It dragged its tongue along the floor as it moved. The cold tiles drove its bolt-hard nipples back into its breasts.When it was directly in front of the altar, it turned and slithered up the single. What is it?? ?Lasagna, Milady.? Since I'm late home, he'll undoubtedly have it beside a pan of water so it won't dry up, but... ?Your lasagna's too good to keep waiting. I'll have it now.? He steps aside to usher me into the dining room, where quiet music is playing and the light shines on a single silver-laid place at the table. He draws the chair back and seats me, sets a glass of melon soup with sticks of crisped ham before me, then shows the wine bottle for my. She knew instantly that the other man would take her mouth this way; the height of her mouth was convenient for his cock as he stripped off his pants and shorts until his cock bobbed in front of her face. It was just a long and thick as the other man’s cock. She knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until she choked on his cock and swallowed his cum.Sam didn’t have to do a thing as he moved forward, one hand on the back of her head held her, but her mouth submissively opened before his cock even.