‘I need you so bad.’ He moaned into my mouth, kissing me hard. Placing his hand over mine, he used my fingers to hold his shaft while he pressed a...ainst my already engorged lips. I whimpered as he pushed inside me, though not out of pain but out of release. My lips moaned into his mouth, his full six inches pressing further into me. I could feel the ridge below his bulb gliding against the grooves my vagina. His hands pressed on either of my cheeks and his thumbs gently pushed away the tears. Who he wanted to take on the trip was the now crying Gia Barlow. Jordan had been trying to get into Gia’s pants for some time now. He had flirted and charmed her every chance he saw her but had made absolutely no head way. There was just something about her, though she wasn’t his normal ‘type’. Sure, she was hot, nice tits, great body. But there was something about her. He liked her. He wanted her, and it didn’t hurt that she was Reece’s wife because he hated that prick’s ass. He wouldn’t. "Hooray! Our own porn tape. So many of the ones we have watched are so gross with fake-titted bimbos and horse-cock studs, they're laughable. And, Jill said okay.So, I set the camera up on a high shelf behind a plant and I planned a nice Sunday afternoon with the lovely sunny day shining through the windows helping to light the scene of our lovemaking. We did most of the things we normally did, I gave Jill oral, she sucked me in her very nice way, started with missionary-style, reversed to. When the time came to cook dinner, they both disappeared into the bedroom. I boiled up some pasta, found a jar of tomato and herb sauce to accompany it, and placed some garlic bread under the grill. I called out as I prepared to serve up and the pair appeared almost immediately.Gemma was dressed normally but Olivia wore nothing but a skimpy bra and matching thong. Gemma had fitted a leather collar around her neck and led her into the kitchen by a fine silver chain."Kneel down, girl," Gemma.