She felt him push a second finger into her butt, followed a minute later by a third. He was making this a very sensual ****, almost as if he cared for...her feelings.She began to relax, and knew that she could survive this ordeal as long as she was serving whatever purpose he had in mind. His current use for her seemed to be centered around her rectum. He was probing her asshole with three fingers, and it felt like he was pouring more lotion in. When he could move his fingers with almost no. She moaned as I thrust into her. As suddenly as it began, I withdrew my throbbing cock and turned her around to speak with her. “Wait. What’s happening?” I said breathing heavily. “I’m trying to see what the two people in the painting were feeling.” She said through panting and holding my cock in her hand, squeezing, still pulling me into her rigid, shaking body. “Not here. I don’t live far from here. We can walk there in five minutes.” I said, as I pulled away from Kristina. A look of. Beer cans littered the ground, along with empty pizza boxes and incredibly, some weed that someone forgot. I ignored my headache and started to pick up the trash. I started by picking up the weed and putting it on he kitchen table. I then got two trash bags and started putting beer cans and the pizza boxes in them. I was almost finished when I heard a knock on the door. I quickly hid the bags and kicked around the remaining beer cans so it wasnt as obvious that I had a party. I walked to the. I gasp and moan, I get a few glances and try to act normal but I suspect they see me blushing, squirming and biting my bottom lip. The mans other hand is now in the front of my panties, furiously rubbing my clit as he bites at my neck, he rams the rest of his cock into me, it feels like at least 8 inches, I hold my breath, trying to be quite, and he starts to fuck me slowly at first so nobody will notice but slowly picks up pace, fucking me harder, deeper and faster. We go like this for a few.