"What's it called?" It's my variation on a well-known French dish, I call it... coque au chocolat." Ha ha, you are so funny, well you can have first n...bble!" No honey, get down here with me, this really is a sharing dish."Lynn hitched up her dress and knelt on the floor, Chris followed her example and did the same kneeling next to her.Before him was the dildo, its suction cap firmly fixed to the plate, surrounded by ice cream, some chocolate flakes with a liberal amount of whipped cream. The. "So what part is the improved?" I asked, laughing along with him."It doesn't smell funny," he said, laughing even harder.I couldn't help it. I was laughing along with him.When we got past the laughing, we got down to business."Carl, I want you to use this for a week and then report back to me. A phone call will do. If it works as well as I think it will, I'll go into production immediately and we can try and replace all the existing original material with our new batch. It will be like a. Suddenly Preeti caught me and we indulged in a deep French kiss. She was hornier of the two. Our tongues were fighting with each other. One of my hands was playing with her hair and another was busy in playing with Neha’s boobs. She had taken off her top in the meantime and was licking my nipples, her boobs resting on my chest. The feeling was amazing – one girl giving me a deep kiss by inserting her tongue in my mouth and another sucking my nipples while I play with her boobs.The heat was on. ”“That’s not true,” I said, knowing it was a lie.“Rub your cunt slut!”The words he spoke made my pussy throb, and I did as I was told. I opened my jeans, and put my hand down to my clit, and began rubbing. He was getting so turned on watching me, and watching the woman on the television being called names, and smacked around.“Take your jeans off slut.”I was really getting into this, and again I obeyed his demands. I stood up and dropped my jeans to the floor, and stepped out of them.“The.