Yeah, I know what you're thinking, and this might sound like something a cheap son of a bitch would say, but hear me out. I was young, rash, and adven...urous; I had just done this job at a small but profitable motel. I had gate crashed this wild party where anything seemed normal enough, and while I was drunk off my mind, mostly on the feeling of success of a job well done, I saw Eileen wearing a silly red hat, painted blue, and wearing a bikini made of less cloth than your standard. Something did not feel right. I looked at Tim, but he had already moved to the other side of the table, and was looking at the folder in his hands. I asked her to please take a seat, watching as she made a production of sitting carefully and neatly. The nagging feeling that something was screwy grew stronger.Keeping my eyes on her face and body language, while listening to her replies, I worked through my checklist. It was clear after a few minutes she was intelligent, well read, and had. I gently picked up your leg and lay it across my shoulder as i kissed and caressed its elegancewhile i rode and pounded your pussy. my cock was lathered in your juices, it was so moist and wet fromour fucking that i needed to unload. i pushed your leg a little higher as i tried to get a better shot of your anus.your ass is so incredible, so taut and tight, yet your asshole was so inviting. i put a little spit on my head and gave a full pump into your pussy. i put my thumb inside your anus and. She stepped behind Leila, gathered the black locks in her hands and pulled them away and forced Leila’s head up. “Do you want these men to fuck you?”Leila looked at Nathan’s friends and then focusing on one, said in a dull monotone, “If they want to, I guess so.” Delia was tempted to press Leila for a more assertive answer, but was interrupted when one of the guests said, “Alright!” He stood up, stepped into Leila’s face, reached for her pussy and started rubbing her. He stared into her eyes.