Only to feel how very wet I am. I look into your eyes with a gleam in mine as I wipe my juices onto my finger and bring it up to your mouth. You grin ...ack at me, devilishly, as you suck my finger into your mouth and lick my juices from it. You growl and nip at my finger as I ease it out of your mouth. I reach down and guide you in. I'm so wet, you glide in balls deep with no resistance. Only slick, hot, wet flesh grasping you. We pause a moment. "Fuck," I moan. Your hands reach for my hips. I heard Alisha on the phone talking to her sister about how Dave just did not know how to satisfy her. He rarely did any foreplay, just kissed her a few times then began to fuck her whether she was ready or not. This of course excited me even more. Alisha was in the laundry room off the kitchen as I moved into the kitchen. I had my tape handy, and quickly moved into the laundry room and grabbed her from behind and put the tape over her mouth. Then I grabbed her arms and placed handcuffs,. Shrugging that off, he took a match from its tin and handed it to her."Than cue," she said, smiling at him. She seemed to be getting the hang of English quite well. Sadly, he hadn't heard her speak enough of her language to pick that up."You're very welcome," he said, smiling back at her, and he went off to check out the horses. They all seemed fine, and two by two he took them down to the stream to drink and then left them to forage for themselves on the grass around the clearing.When he got. ***“Did she do it?” Patrick asked, having stopped trying to score at beer pong a few minutes ago.“Yeah, she did it, and she’s going fuckin’ crazy on my dick down here.”“Looks like we’ve got us a new frat house cumdump!”Patrick deftly overturned the table onto its side which sent the cups and ping-pong balls clattering down to the floor. What was left in its place, situated between the pair of them and on full display for anybody interested in seeing some freshman party slut go to town on a.