Her bottom squirmed on the smooth surface of the counter and she felt his hands clasp her hips. She didn’t know what to expect next. Then… ‘Oh! ...ert!’ she groaned. His lips trailed off her breasts and down across her stomach. Next thing she knew, his head was buried in her crotch and his tongue was lashing passion’s fires into every particle of her being. And she was loving it! She leaned back on outstretched arms, thrusting her cunt against his mouth. ‘My God! Bert! Oh!’ Carla groaned, her. Two strange sets of soft delicate hands quickly propped against my back, supporting me and voices said something about we’ve got you…that Layla and I should continue…Layla looked up at me, the look of her pure lust, the look that drove me wild…her hands pulled out of my suit, she requested a full handful of oil from one of the male bystanders…he eagerly took the bottle and filled her cupped hands until the syrupy fluid oozed over and between her fingers…she brought her cupped hands over her. He then passes me another present, i’m wandering what the hell is in this one after the first one so I open it to find a metal tin containing a mask/blindfold and some black straps with velcro fasteners, I said oh yes what are we going to do with these then, he said lie back babe and i’ll show you, I could feel myself getting excited.So I had a big sip of wine and lay back on the bed he put on strap round my wrist and fixed it to the head board then the same with the other making sure he didn’t. My cock not only filled but stretched her arsehole, indicating that she wasn't used to a guy my size back there. She didn't complain and the increasingly strong smell of her cunny suggested to me that she enjoyed some pain while she was fucked."Please, pull my hair, Cecil! Take me rough and hard. Use my ass! Call me dirty slut names! I want it raw and nasty!" Casey begged me, suggesting that she was a great deal kinkier and nastier than I first believed."She was just like this with me, except.