But, that’s a story for another time. We’ve been together for just under a year and half. Rob is intensely voyeuristic and I am really exhibitioni...tic so we go together well. We don’t have a lot of hang ups personally or sexually so it always seems to work out. We’ve been on this site for a few weeks. We both love reading the stories and chatting with other people so it’s been fun for both us. This adventure happened last summer. I keep going back to it in my mind because it was so hot and so. This though, is perfect.“Don’t stop,” he gasps.Layla seems to know exactly what it is she is supposed to do. It’s like second nature—instinct—to her. She rolls him further in, using her tongue to feel along the ridge of flesh on the underside. Eric is faintly salty, and she wonders if she tastes the same way. She takes him further until she feels her gag reflex stirring. Then she pulls him out to almost the tip, and then it’s back in again. On the return she curls her mouth muscle upward to. Finally, he came into her throat. She gulped every bit of it, and he kept her like that till his dick turned limp in her mouth. She was now back in bed while the guys tied up her hands, spread her legs. She tied them to two sides of the beds, giving her pussy and devastated asshole.For the finishing touch, she was made to put a gag. What started now was a marathon, one after another. Each guy came in front, tossed a coin, and called for their desired hole. If they won, they get to fuck it. Else. ' My hand trembles as the cursor hovers over the file attachment. The house was quiet and dark. I double-clicked the file, my face close to the screen. A grainy, dark video popped up revealing my mom's pretty, seductive smile looking up at the camera. My eyes bulged at the sight of my dad's cock in her hand and her big tits resting at the base of it. She lets out a little moan, and I jolted back, frantically looking for the volume controls. I managed to mute the sound, and my heart pounded in.