Someone willing to extract my bodily fluid with no expectation of anything in return. No names. No conversation. Just something raw and anonymous. Som...thing that was totally alien to my normal character. I chose a booth and stepped in. There was no chair. Just a trash can. I put some tokens in and picked a video of a blonde blowing a guy who was hung like a horse. A few moments later, the door opened in stepped a short, round man. He was very similar to myself. Somewhat non-descript in. The thong will be off soon, but her husband is a leg man–she'll keep the stockings on, to make her lovely legs look even sexier. Her heart pounds as his hungry mouth swaps to the other breast, as his hands roam all over her; her own fingers entwine themselves in his hair, then scritch along his back.It's wonderful. She wants more.So she wraps those silk-sheathed legs around her brand new husband, squeezing tight, urging him on. His treatment of her nipples becomes more intense, almost verges on. Is that alright?" I looked at Rob, my eyes wide. I flicked back and forth between them, my eyes drawn to where bill was stroking himself through his pants. The outline of his cock was huge! Not super long, probably seven inches, but extremely thick. That's what made up my mind. "Okay Bill, I'm all yours." I spread my legs, showing off my wet pussy. Bill undid his pants, setting his monster cock free. "Roll over. I wanna fuck you from behind."I did as he asked, and no sooner had I done so his. ..Perhaps it shouldn't have been a surprise to find that the majority ofthe kitchen staff hadn't bothered to come in yet.In fact, there was only a singular figure in the kitchen. She wasperhaps a little on the small side, standing at about five foot three.She had long orange hair that ran all the way down to her mid-back andgolden horns that rose from the sides of her head before sweepingbackward. She wore a simple gray halter top, backless to allow for theleathery red wings that were folded.