“Well…. I was thinking about a few teddies, and maybe a corset and merry widow or two…” * Liam and Erica sat at their table, in the back of th... Moroccan restaurant. She sat with her legs crossed under the table, right foot, still shod, dangling close to Liam’s thigh. It was a small table, yet covered by a large tablecloth. The main dish had been cleared, and Erica was waiting for her Egyptian coffee. She looked across the table, looking to Liam’s eyes as her right foot brushed his thigh. He. I shifted to get up on my knees between his legs. With my hands pulling on my feet my ass was high in the air as I bent to catch his cock with my mouth again. I flicked my head first to get the hair out of my way and it spread like a blanket across his chest. Regaining my treat I rocked back and forth, bobbing my head up and down on his throbbing prick. Steven brought his legs up to press his thighs against me and to rub his feet over mine and the bangles around my ankles. At one point I heard. Back and forth, she kept filling her canal with this huge black apparatus. Gloria was panting like a cat in heat and could never remember ever feeling so stuffed before. When she shot George’s issue into her, for the first time in her life, she could feel it splash against her uterus and she came with a scream. Gloria begged the her not to remove the machine, she said she needed to feel it inside her for a little while more. The doctor just smiled and said it was now hers and she could do with. He tried to suppress a moan but it escaped his lips anyway. The moan, must have disturbed her slumber, because she rolled on to her back. Her chubby curves jiggling as she moved. This made the covers move further down her voluptuous body. They came to rest where her thick thighs met. The triangle of dark hair just peeking out from the edge of the sheets. This sight is what drew Jim from the door way. His long strides had his athletic frame across the room in a moment. His hard cock bouncing.