"Hey! We're using this table! Don't you see our stuff on it?" Sorry, I think we were done anyway. All we did was fuck on the side of the table here." ...s Emily explained the situation, William resumed his jogging. Emily never managed to get a look at his face.As Karen approached, she looking up and down the table, taking an inventory of everything. "Did you eat my cookies?" No, I didn't see any cookies!" Then where did they go?" I don't know!" Stand up!"Emily obeyed Karen's demand slowly,. The voodoo Man worked his trade using his hands, his mouth, his thick black cock, and some of the strangely shape toys on Emily sex.Emily's moans and labored groans could be be heard on the wind carried over the dunes as orgasm after orgasm rocked her body. Yet people in the nearby parking lot took no notice of Emily's plight. Strangely not even one glanced in the direction of the bizarre ritual that was being carried out only a few hundred feet away in plain sight.The African holyman withdrew. "He then loosened the knot of saree on her waist, opened the string of her petticoat, and slipped his hand inside her panty to gently caress her vagina once again. There was no hurry in his movements, and he parted the pussy lips, gently slid a finger in her moist cunt. A small sigh escaped her lips, it did feel good, and he was now slowly sliding a finger in and out. She did not want him to stop, but he suddenly withdrew his hand, brought it back to her waist and he was trying to pull the. Right there ... tell him to fuck me right there,” she begged.“You heard her, Sarge,” I said making eye contact as sweat streaked down his face, “she needs it just like that.”He nodded and pressed on.“YES ... YES ... YES...” she screamed, contorting her face, throwing her head back, and seemingly flexing every muscle in her body as the spasms began to wrack her once again.Hoping to push her even deeper into the orgasmic abyss, I collected both of her bouncing breasts in my hands, and gripping.