Her tight, dripping wet cat pussy lovingly clinging to your cock, guiding it deeper and deeper into her tunnel with every thrust of your hips."Look at...thossse fucking ballsss!" Giggles a raspy but femenine, exotic voice behind you; a voluptuous snake-lady (or lamia, to be more specific!), her gaze fixed on your two cumtank balls slapping fiercely into the kitty, her long tongue flickering seductively in the air like a real snake. When you order her to, she eagerly gets closer and plants a. Now she was saying something else. Again too loud to understand. But the battle raging around, almost lost to them, encased as they now where in a psychological bubble. He blocked out the sound and cannon of the crowd and concentrated only on her. And by the looks of it, she on him. There were centimetres between them now as they edged closer. The willow of mist from smokers or an ice machine. The theatrical pulse made them both curious. Destiny though, if that’s what they call it has a funny. This was a warm, intimate, and silly thing I was doing. I yanked down the zipper without taking the slow pace I had with her other leg. I rubbed her ankle as I slipped the boot off. “Off you go, Max. Sam, I’m going to put the boots on you and, if you want, I’ll walk you home.”“That’s the catch?” she asked with a smile. “I gotta play dress-up with you?”“And, once you’ve had the day to think, you gotta walk back here and return the boots,” I explained. She nodded and took a deep breath.“I should. We talked for a few more minutes, and I got up to go get a drink in the kitchen. I had started to get a little hard thinking about what might happen, so I took an extra minute to compose myself. When I went back in the living room, Dad and Lisa were making out. She had her hand on the back of his head, pulling him into her. His hands were moving all over her shoulders, back and finally to those great tits of hers. I just stood and watched for a few seconds, not really knowing what to do. Just.