She liked to make sure the inside was clean so she would poke her fingers in to check. She poked around in my asshole too. Then she would lick my puss... after it was all nice and clean. Then I would have to lick her pussy before her bath when it was kind of yucky from all day. Sometimes I could taste her pee and other times I knew that there was cum in there. I would have to give her pussy a tongue bath after work every day too. Sometimes it was gross but she made me do it. I had to suck one of. He brushed back her hair and began to nibble at her earlobe, something that drove her absolutely wild. The vibrators were doing their part, especially the one against her clit. The high pitched humming sent wave after wave of pure bliss through her, each one helping the orgasm lurking within her build. Her hips pumped upon the vibrator. As she did this, she bumped the back of the couch and accidentally pushed the anal vibrator deeper inside of her.It wasn't painful. The feel of the two. "Who in the world... ?" she wondered aloud. She went to the front door and opened it. A fairly nondescript man she'd never seen before stood outside. "What do you want?" she said, a little too harshly."Oh, I was in the area and just thought I'd drop by," the man said, his eyes glowing red and a hint of horns starting to emerge from his forehead."Gruthsorik!" Claire gasped and then leapt into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him deeply. He stepped inside and closed the. She quickly pulled on the jersey and jeans. She gave herself on lastglance and gave her cock a squeeze before stepping out of the bathroom."That bag over there has our tennis shorts. You grab the balls andrackets. We change at the courts," she observed.Once at the courts they headed toward the lockerrooms. It being autumn,they had the courts to themselves. Pierre entered the men's lockerroomand Kirsty followed him. He gave her a curious glance, which she answeredwith a look that said, "What?".