‘You feel so damn good, Damien…’ I moaned as my head fell back. He offered the kind of pleasure you weren’t sure you could tolerate. Like it w...s too much, yet you couldn’t have enough at the same time. Damien picked up the pace a bit, and I could feel my tits begin to bounce each time his thighs met my rear — a sight he appreciated. ‘You’re so beautiful… so fucking beautiful.’ he moaned. He began to fuck me harder, and all those veins and ridges I felt had me wanting to cum again. I could. Tera reached around his waist and gripped his dick and brushed it over Jessica Jaymes’ soft folds, making her moan as the man kissed her neck, everything being displayed in crystal clear HD glory on the screen. I bit back a groan as Jessica yelled out as the man pushed into her right in front of us and started rocking her body with hard strokes. Tera sat on the seat next to Jessica and spread her own legs, the camera showing that she had no panties on. She started running her middle finger over. I was on a roll. He had to take off his shorts, and he stood there in his boxers. I could see that he was well endowed, and I found myself getting very anxious to get the last article of clothing off of him. I guess a little too anxious. The very next break I scratched on the break. I lost! With one shot I lost. He said take off your shirt, I said that doesn’t count, he said of course it counts, you just don’t want to take off your shirt because you are not wearing a bra. I asked how he knew,. There's an armchair facing towards the window. I can see his silhouette in it against the lights of the city. You're standing in front of him, facing the window with one hand pressed against it, bending over with your legs spread as you pull up your dress so he can see your suspenders and your fishnet panties. He must just be able to see you, maybe even tell how wet you are. I sit across from him in an empty armchair. You turn and lock eyes with me, then move closer to him, beginning to dance.