The wings continued to press hard against the walls of my asshole, gaping my boy pussy even further apart, as Paul took several photographs of what he...called my "tunnel of boycunt love."With the device removed, Arnim and Leo released my legs and turned me over again. They then grabbed my ankles and raised my legs high into the air. More photographs were taken of my even wider gaping asshole as the two men stood on either side of the bed and held my legs wide apart - the image of a giant. He took her ankle gently in his hands and as he did so Irene pulled her foot away revealing more of herself to him. His gaze followed up her legs and to her very smooth shaven fanny and Irene could see a bulge forming on his trousers. “Like the view?” she said as she smiled coyly “Yes” he barely whispered and with that she leaned forward and pulled him into towards her.They kissed passionately, her hands exploring his manly back and tight arse, his hands were trying to find the fastening to her. Men do this on purpose? I bet they do!Part of my brain was asking no, questioning, about my sanity. This was totally dangerous! Insane! And so totally delicious to be dominated remotely by such an evil genius. The cool leather seat, got hot and stuck to my naked wet skin, on thew way home. My cunt kept leaking, I was so hot for some action! Placing a wet stain on the seat, decided not to clean it, just wanted to get to my apartment as quickly as possible. Once inside the parking garage,. "And I don't mean that in a positive way." Oh, uh, wow," Sean said. Again he gave a quick shake of his head."I'd do it," Mary said. "I mean, I'd do a movie if it were with Walt." Really?" Walt asked. "I mean, your folks with absolutely shit." Maybe," Mary admitted. "Mike, do you plan to disown Rachelle if she chose to do a video like that?" No," Mike answered instantly. "I wouldn't want to watch it – or even probably hear about it – but it wouldn't affect my perception of her. I know she'd had.