I brushed away the clinging mat of debris and took it out with me.I dusted it off outside and attempted to make out the faint brown label in the light...of the sun. It apparently was an estate bottle port bottled in seventeen twenty something. The exterior of the cork was dry and brittle so my expectations quickly went down. I used a two-tined corkscrew that had been specifically designed for brittle corks to ease out the offending bit of oak bark. I wiped down the mouth of the bottle and poured. Zoey’s eyes snap up to mine as she feels the leather tip gliding over her dribbling pussy. She finds me wearing a smirking leer as the crop pulls back. She can barely flinch in time. Smack. Smack. Smack. She is properly loud now, filling the room with her pleasure-driven shrieks, her body jumping and bucking desperately. “You really are a fucking filthy little bitch, Zoey!” I laugh, watching her convulse on me. It’s obvious to see her breathing becoming faster and faster. Leaning forward, one. Then it was burrowed in balls-deep and he held it stuffed up her pussy as her inner muscles worked on it, rippling and sucking up his shaft."Fuck my ass off!" she moaned. "Pump it to me, baby-screw me silly!"Jerry began to fuck her.He ducked down and sent a long, rippling, underslung stroke into her from below, his balls rolling along the bed. Then he heaved up and slogged in from above, so that all of his throbbing prick ran over her clit.His ass corkscrewed and hers churned. She was meeting. “So?” Lauren asks as she slips off his wedding ring and put it in her pocket. “Don’t think about your wife. I’m not thinking about my girlfriend at home,” I said. As I said that, his cock got even harder. “Come on,” I said, getting up and grabbing his hand, leading him to the elevator to head back to our room. In the elevator, I noticed that he was sweating nervously. “Relax John, you’re about to fuck two hot bi-sexual women,” I said, grabbing his cock feeling it get harder in my hand. As we.