She was 35, dyed blonde with hair just below the shoulders, straight and beautiful. She was slim, slender, with gorgeous third size breasts. ..she too... advantage of her appearance and position, and this infuriated many. Once we had a year for the company, and we all got together for a walk. I drank a little, and from the boiled one I sent her a text message. It was like, let’s talk bitch, seriously today. ..she wrote ok, wait for the evening when everyone leaves. She carried on well all evening. Her eyes got big as she saw what I was doing. I had just pushed my shorts down enough to get to Mr. Happy and was just lying there on my back, my hand wrapped firmly around him. My first thought was that member(s) of the posse might be right behind her. I stuffed my dork back in my shorts and half sat up."Shit Claire!" I gasped. "You scared the crap out of me!" I was caught between sitting up and lying down and rocked on the bed until I got my legs involved and sat all the way up."What are you. He pounded her mouth, ramming into her oral cavity. “Suck my cock. I've wanted this so much. Yes, yes, yes!”I smiled in delight. “He's enthusiastic.”“Yeah,” the stranger said. “What do you say, Natalie, up for getting your mouth fucked.”She nodded while sucking and slurping.The handsome stranger, his dark hair and glasses giving him this teacher vibe, fucked her mouth. I shuddered, watching him fuck her. He thrusts his cock deep into her mouth. He plundered her. My friend moaned, drool running. “Is his cock as short as he is?” Jareel, the hag asked. “I wish,” Sabina rubbed her aching pussy. “He’s as big as one of Slippery Ketta’s hell hounds!” she said. Slippery Ketta did keep dogs at her home, but they were a magical breed bigger than a Warg. She had bred them by fornicating with a dog and gave birth to themselves as beings of shadow, fire, and flesh, and she frequently fed penniless drunken strangers to them as sacrifices to the Red God.Melisandre worked incantations while the other.