She had felt the same to a point when she met Dusty.David had a silky smoothness about him, one that women would surely respond to and she was no diff...rent. Dusty was more of a home style, very manly type. She knew he could sweep an unwitting girl off her feet in no time.Leigha was a married woman happily in love with her man. But she couldn't deny that David, Dusty and all those approving eyes around her didn't go deep within her. All the way down to the soft spot between her legs that was. One other guy was there but on a computer and no paying attentions. The masturbating guy told me he was a hard working warrior and needs some fun… So I jumped on his lap and fucked him silly.Sometime a little later than that, the mansion interior was getting repainted. Original decor of the building’s glory days was of a brown paneling deal with crystal chandeliers, but the walls now were being painted an off white. It was getting almost done but I wanted to help the painting lady finish. So I. . girls over his lap ... naked buns exposed ... buns that turn pink as he slapped them, requiring that he rub them ... maybe with lotion ... and of course his oily fingers might slip ... accidentally, of course. He remembered how incredibly hot and tight Mal’s pussy had been as he explored its depths with his middle finger. He’d found her cervix and rimmed it with the tip of his finger, eliciting a squeal of delight from the young girl. Her legs, already wide open in acceptance of what he was. I licked my hand and rubbed my wet pussy with it – it was so moist.“Give it to me rough this time, Mr J”, I said softly.“Whatever you say, baby.” I felt his hands rest on my butt as his dick now slid through my wet pussy. In no time he gathered a furious pace, slamming against my ass. The room resounded with sounds of his balls slapping against my rump. He was holding my frame and pulling me back into every thrust, causing maximum penetration. He spanked me. Oh boy, not again!“Who’s a bad.