And her black back ‘front-clasping’ brassiere jutted out. His fingers also unhooked it apart, baring her full pair of breasts, tipped with coffee-...rown areolae. Her nipples were already swollen and alive. Without withdrawing his athirst mouth from Menaka’s, Shetty clasped Menka’s breasts and began kneading then harder and at random. Menka’s face contorted at every hard squeeze on her breasts. Then suddenly Shetty withdrew and curiously looked at his under-palms those were fully drenched. He often took advantage of his position. Mike and Serge had been best friends since they had been c***dren. To make the story short, they both were about the same height, weight and age. On top of that, they were handsome but rough, well-muscled men who were rich enough to get anything or anyone they wanted. Their motto in life was "You can get anything you want with enough money; if it can't be bought, then it’s not worth having.” The car pulled up to the curb at the spot they liked to park. Plunging down to take the whole length of the cock inside her hole, for a long moment she held herself there, focused completely on the feel of the toy as it expanded and contracted and somehow moved on its own inside of her, making every inch of her pussy into a conductor of pure sexual pleasure. Then, hovering on the brink of orgasm with the head of the cock pushing deeper inside her than any real man’s tool had ever been, she felt a long, slow pulse run up the length of the dildo, felt it. Throwing the money on the sideboard, she shuts the door with her foot. Half-dragging and half-carrying, Bern hobbles down the flight of stairs to the fresh air. Releasing her grip on the semi-conscious body, the woman slumps into the passenger seat like a slab of meat. As she struggles to put on the seatbelt, Bern notices the silhouette of a man, half in and half out of a doorway staring at her."Sod the seatbelt we are out of here" she tells the snoring corpse like creature beside her. With a.