I retreated from her and knelt, letting my tongue work between her legs. Her orgasm became audible just as I went down. My tongue was bringing it out ...f her. Her back was arching, hips pushing against my mouth. She tasted like syrup and whipped cream and a sweet flavor that was purely her, distinct and irreplaceable. I loved to have her in my mouth. I had forgotten how much. Just as my mouth was filling with her taste, she pushed me away roughly and leaped lightly off the table. She pushed me. I let her first, slowly, feeling gradually that thick cock's smell, which by that time was dripping and smelling even stronger. She was enjoying it, her orgasm let her even more naughty. We shared that cock with pleasure, alternating with sloppy kiss, and sometimes spiting on each other. I decided to get more audacious. I let Lara sucking Luca's dick, went behind him and gave a tasteful lick in his ass. To my surprise, he didn't complain and even opened his legs a little bit so could stuck all. There would be no modesty for her she knew; her nude ravished corpse would be stared at by all who entered the room; then slice and diced, poked and probed during an autopsy before being buried in a cold grave. Paula felt him come inside of her; the hot jets bathing her cervix. Her hands now flapped weakly at her throat, her fingers were losing their control, her heels drummed weakly on the floor. All she wanted was air. Must have air. She arched up once more, her breasts crushed against his. " I didn't tell her that I would love to doexactly that, and actually, be one of the ladies.One time when she was showing me how to make the biscuits for 'biscuitsand gravy'--Veronica's favorite breakfast--Katherine approached me withone of her old fashioned floral bib aprons, saying she didn't want flourto get all over me. I put up what I thought was the appropriate amountof macho protest but eventually let her tie me up in it, complete with abig bow the back. The top bib part of my apron.