My hips thrust fast, my girl-dick plunging into the British prime minister's hot snatch. I buried my presidential futa-dick into her snatch again and ...gain.Such wonderful diplomacy.My blonde hair danced about my shoulders as my girl-dick plunged again and again into her wife's snatch. It was incredible. I shuddered in delight, plundering her so hard, so fast. My futa-dick churned her up while her pussy gave me such delight.“Becky!” she moaned. “Oh, fuck, that's good. Your cock... Oh, it's. I picked her up and ran to my car with her. She was giggling the entire way. I drove at what had to be an illegal speed to my house, but I don’t remember at all what it actually was. I was just focused on getting there. I pulled in quickly and hopped out of the car. I pulled her along to the front door and flung it open. She walked in a little hesitantly and looked around. ‘I think there’s some…wine in here…’ I said walking into the kitchen. I didn’t really know what the fuck I was doing at the. It watched as Simon pulled her close to him, like he was hugging her. I could hear them making out. He fucked her very softly.Jimmy returned with the bottle in his hand shortly. He started to apply it on his cock. After he was done with that, she was next. At first, Jimmy put a finger-sized amount of lube. He then patiently stretched her out using two fingers, never forgetting to use lube. By now, her anus looked moist and ready. So, Jimmy carefully lodged himself inside. I saw the insertion go. His eyes were wide, disbelieving, but it was too late. Richard, home early, watched as his wife came apart, her body writhing as she came again and again, panting and helpless on the man beneath her. The sheen of lust on her damp skin blinded him like the sun. Her eyes were locked on her husband's, mouth forming his name. Despite himself, Richard felt his cock stiffening. The sight of her like this, her hair a mess, face flushed with sex and guilt and shame, called to his primitive side, a.