I slobbered and spit on that cock and lubed it up. I had him sit in the chair and I removed my butt plug."You have something I need, stud." I said to ...im. This meat stick was making me hot and I wanted to feel it in me. I was acting like a wanton whore as I straddled him. I positioned his cock at the entrance to my gaping sphincter and did something I had never done before or since; I took that cock bareback. I eased my ass-pussy down until that big head was just past my love lips and then I. We changed the game and now this turned as truth or dare. For some time we played only truth asking each other some questions and the first time she asked a dare. I said to her to show her bra strap. This was a bold move but she did as it was a game. Next time I dared. She said to remove the top and chemise and wear her bra which was lying in the laundry. I went and wore her padded bra and my dick started hanging down. She knew that I am seduced and want some action. So now she asked for a. Then he moved down and started eating her breasts and then he in one stroke he tried entering his dick into her tight pussy due to which she screamed loudly. I asked him to take it easy but he refused saying that he will tear her pussy apart. I asked him why he wanted to do that so he said that once he tried to fuck her but she warned him saying not to do it ever again other wise she will surely tell everybody in the house about it. and now she is a whore wanting him to fuck her. Listening to. But this new tattoo, well... while it did represent something he'd come to love (and would probably require little explanation), it was not really something his sober mind would have chosen to have as a life-long decoration to his right arm.He vaguely remembered the conversation that had led up to the tattoo. He had been down in The Lazy Eye on the waterfront, drinking shots of Jack Daniels and chasing them with pints of Steinlager with Kate, Elizabeth, and a group of five or six bar regulars.