““I’m not a punk! You’re on!” Riley answered. Goaded by his two best mates. “Cutthroat. Every man for himself. Rack ‘em up bro.”While...Riley was focused on getting the balls tightly racked, Dom and John passed a glance between each other. Game on.Dom broke the rack and dropped one of Riley’s balls right off the opening. Then dropped one of John’s so things appeared even handed. John shot next, and dropped one of Riley’s and one of Dom’s.Riley saw two of his 5 balls were out in the first two. Fingers traced alternately over the sheet, touching lightly, then firmly. Fingers rolling under her hands slowly as she grabbed handfuls of her desire. Stevie's nail lightly scratched against her softness. Stevie was within her entranced, as Lisa's reacted to her touch. A symphony of ecstasy; her body was the choir, the strings, the combined beating of their hearts offering an increasing rhythm of synchronized percussion. Each of Stevie's finger played a different note on Lisa's thighs. Stevie. She screamed from the pleasure. This angled allowed to pound at her spot every single time. She couldn’t hold on anymore. She grabbed his shoulder and the sheets. She bit down on the pillow. She couldn’t even speak, just scream and gasp faster and faster. Unable to hold on, she screamed and poured out her juiced and bathed his dick in her sweet hot cum driving him insane and to his breaking point. He almost screamed when he shot his load into her. Feeling his thick cum in her pussy she screamed. Once I am in, her hand leaves her cheek and joins the other one on the hay bale so that she can keep her balance. Pulling back out, I thrust in again, a bit harder this time. I like Hanna, but I like to use her tight pussy in ways that I do not use very many of my other slaves. It feels good to pound a pussy for no other reason then pure pleasure. And Hanna has a fine pussy that was made for me to pound, fast, hard, and with forceful ownership. Pulling out again, I thrust in, and with my cock.