My pussy boy mouth being drenched in luscious precum ( I savored every drop of that slippery juice) or my boy cunt that Becca was pounding with enthus...asm as I tried to yell "fuck me" around Rons gigantic prick. Either way I was in heaven. On a desk in sexy lingerie being fucked at both ends by a guy in pink satin bikinis and my tranny teacher wrapped in crimson bra and a garter belt as somewhere along the way her panties had hit the floor out of sight. " I am about to fill this end" Becca said. ” Samantha pushed at my back towards my wife standing at the edge of the bed. I very reluctantly moved over towards her as I looked at the plastic dick pointing at me. My wife smiled at me as she moved forward until the dildo was against my lips. She rubbed the head of the plastic dick against my lips trying to push it into my mouth, “come on honey, you know you want to.” I resisted, holding my lips tightly shut. My wife slapped my cheek hard, “come on honey suck my dick.” I slowly opened my. Harry wasted no time as he pulled my tube top down to my waist and dropping to his knees pulled down my shorts. I stepped out of them and he went right to work on my kitty. I couldn’t believe how fast he was making me feel good so I grabbed his head with my hands and bent my knees allowing him access to my soaking wet honey jar. He licked and licked and I could feel it coming and with a low ughhhh, ughhh, ughhhh I drenched his face with my love juice. Weak I fell to the floor and Harry took off. At that moment, a barista called out their names. ‘CASSIE…REE!!’ Reema picked up her cup, turning it to read the neat, cursive lettering. ‘Ah, you don’t even know how good it is to have your name spelled right.’ Cassie chuckled. ‘Uh, you seem surprised.’ ‘When you have a name that sounds a bit ethnic, even ordering a coffee can become a spelling bee,’ Reema sighed. Going through life with a name like Reema, she was used to strangers messing up the spelling, pronunciation, and sometimes even the.