Deborah groaned quietly at the thought of it. Her headache was certainly not elf sized, but on the bright side she wasn't lying in bed beside a naked ...lf wearing one of those stupid hats with the bell on the top. And at least her stomach wasn't too bad — she hadn't made it as far as the "let's all get a kebab" stage as far as she remembered.What did she remember?Well there was the last vodka and she and her friends had gone to the powder room. She'd wanted a cigarette but they didn't allow. ” Her pussy was very wet and although she was pretty tight, my cock went into her fairly easily. I tried to go slowly but she felt too good. She knew this was going to be a “quickie” and that was good for her. The whole time she was there, her phone went off about 6 times – some from her husband and some from her friend. That made me want to shoot my cum in her all the more…knowing I was fucking her while they were trying to reach her.She told me that it felt really good and that she wanted me. I could only stare as she put those same fingers which trailed with slime and grool from her pussy into my mouth. I sucked without thinking. “Get up and make me some breakfast,” she said. “And don’t dare to touch yourself.” I got up and grabbed the towel out of the air which she threw towards me. She slapped my ass as I walked out of the bathroom. As I dried myself while walking towards my bedroom, I heard her turn on the shower. I took extra time to remove all her juices from my face and put. Let me get him."Bette was beside herself with a pounding heart that seemed to be breaking through her rib cage as she waited for Cindy to return with Sultan. Her swollen, hard nippled tits rose and fell rapidly and there was an all consuming urge in her already soaking wet cunt. She could feel the muscles in her pussy contract and expand in rhythmic spasms of anticipatory excitement.Her breath caught in her throat when Cindy returned, leading the big, black dog trotting beside her. Bette's eyes.