She sunk still further in the feather-like softness of the couch and kicked off her shoes. Yes; it was too much trouble to keep up the pretense of cor...ectness -- she hiked her stockinged feet up and tucked them under her buttocks. Her dress bunched around her waist... she should pull it down, stay modest, if informal... but again, it was too much trouble. So much nicer just to stay as she was and drink her Grand Marnier and smoke the odd cigarette with the Moroccan grifti."Not cynical, Lena,". He enjoyed making their wives scream out in ecstasy as he fucked them hard. But this was different; there could be an unwilling partner or boyfriend listening in to his girlfriend being fucked by someone else. That appealed to the sadistic streak within.Annie was soon moaning loudly. His tongue was teasing her clitty and his fingers were inside her. Annie was cumming. Larry glanced across the bed and saw the mobile still there with its face lit up. It was still connected. It was time to fuck. Gosh, all these beautiful girls want to sleep with me! she thought. Camille is completely gorgeous, and she's almost begging me to fuck her. She was dying to come over here. I should have called her months ago. That stunning brown body, and those big, round breasts! She's on her way over here right now!Laura felt like a little kid. She could hardly keep her heart from racing. Her pussy was sopping, and it tingled in anticipation. She met Camille at the door, beaming and swelling with sexual. "Oh my god, Master, ohhhh Kevin," she sighed as his lips caressed their way from her mouth over her cheek, coming to rest against her left ear."Tell me what you are, Paula," his breath whispered hotly against the sensitive folds."I am your whore, Master, your nasty slut. I'll do anything to make you hard, to drive you wild with lust." As she spoke, Paula dropped a hand between her legs and pushed up her skirt to rub her dripping cunt. Her body trembled and she felt Kevin's lips quirk up in a.