She looks me in the eyes while she stuffs his cock into her smelly mouth. She can even fit this whole monster balls deep into her throat. While holdin... her dripping pussy right onto Daves face.Her saliva is running down his sweaty smelly balls and right between his ass cheeks. “Don’t make a mess down there slut! I hope your sissy laps it all up!”For sure I do…He fucks my gf face with this huge dick, till he squirts his load down her throat. You can tell from my gf eyes that she has a hard time. I was a bit jealous, to be honest. Van, as we members of ‘Dole Queue’ knew her, was a gorgeous mature woman, a fabulous if didactic and control freakish director and voraciously lesbian. I’d fancied her ever since we started ‘The Queue’ but it was not, so it seemed, to be. I also fancied Catherine or, as Van called her for some reason best known to herself, Charlotte. She’d written ‘Stabbed in the Heart’ for us and it had gone down really well. The play and cast got good reviews, albeit only in. Skipper had eyed them all up and summonsed Lui to his quarters, she was 4 foot 6 and size 8, but had a perfect body and two very firm tits, when she arrived at the cabin she entered and immediately saw the Skipper sitting in a chair with his cock out and being massaged. Lui was told to come forward, kneel and suck him off; he told her depending on the level of satisfaction she could have a good time on board or a really bad one. Lui understood and as she knelt down took her composure and. The box concealed my random collection of vibrators, dildos, and lube. I lifted the lid thinking a good old fashioned fuck might be just what I needed to calm me down. But what was I in the mood for? I had a long, somewhat slim blue dildo filled with pearls that had a nice arch to it and prominent head that never failed to hit my G spot and make me come almost instantly. But then I had a newer, shorter, blue vibrator that made up for its shorter length with a much wider girth. Too flustered to.