Bill stopped bouncing on Phil’s cock and jumped up and rushed to the coffee table with the pizzas. He stroke a few times and shot his cum on the veg...tarian pizza.Soon after Phil joined him for a blowjob. Bill sucked him so hard that Phil made a face. Right after he said, “I ‘m cumming!” Bill turned his friend’s cock toward the pizza. What a heavy cummer! Strings of cum covered the pizza all over.Markus asked me to turn and kneel on the couch. He came from behind and shoved his immense black. His body was unyielding, his steps unforgiving, forcing her into an aggressive pace until she felt like she was flying, her feet barely touching the ground. Marcus couldn’t remember the last time he’d danced with someone having eschewed the formal niceties long ago. Feeling his wife surrender to him, he knew that no matter what was to come he would never dance with anyone else ever again. ‘Marcus,’ Joan whispered. ‘Yes?’ ‘Take me home.’ She felt fevered, flushed with desire. Despite her heavy. I bit her neck, taking the drape of saree on my lips pulling it down exposing her boobs. I then took hold of them. I started to feel their nipples. (She didn’t have anything under them). I felt her hard nipples.My mouth moved to her cleavage sucking them. While my left hand, drawing her figure by rubbing her body. I couldn’t control myself. I started to suck her neck wildly while she moaned. Her hands were getting hold of my body. They went down and pressed my ass, against her legs.Her legs. Another open area at the top of the stairs, somewhat larger than the bedrooms, was fitted out as a lounge area with fat overstuffed chairs and end tables, as well as a TV and a large walnut bookcase.Finally, descending the stairs leading down from the main floor to what she referred to as the cellar, she switched on the overhead lights. To my Chicago-bred brain, a cellar was a cold, damp, earthen-floored space beneath a house where rural people stored their root vegetables and city folks like.