My buddy Rich and I used to go stag every Friday and Saturday, knowing full well we were going home with some “lucky” lady.Rich and I were man who...es. Dressed up and a pocket full of cash ready to drink and get laid. Rich was stocky and short, but the chicks dug his beard (which he had since early High School). I was 6 tall, 180 lbs., muscular with olive skin, tight body (sports and working in construction) and a mustache. For some reason, all the girls like Rich, mostly because he was easy to. You are so hot, wet, naked and swollen, having just been worked over for the first time, and you look fucking incredible. Your hips begin to move against my fingers again, your breath still heavy and your hair a mess. Your protests give way to moans as you begin to rally - up for a little more... I fuck you with my hand for what seems like ages. I'm not sure who is enjoying themselves more. Watching your body squirm, your mouth open, moaning and breathing heavily, your eyes closed, and your. It was a lot easier with them making such a large target, all massed in a circle. I couldn’t miss if I tried.“You there, what are you doing? Attacking a Sparrow is a sacrilege and an attack on the Faith of the Seven! On the High Sparrow himself!” their leader demanded of me, causing me to silence him forever with more buckshot.“Fuck your Faith! Fuck your Sparrow! Fuck your Seven!” I echoed the Hound’s words from during the Battle of Blackwater.“Who in Seven Hells are you?” another of the. She would almost have welcomed her whole fist, indeed her whole arm thrusting deep into her body. She fell against the wall of the cubicle as Angela continued to work her magic until her orgasm, which had been creeping up on her suddenly hit. She clamped her hand to her mouth to stifle a cry as she came, wrapping her arm around Angela's taut body. The feeling of this toned, firm, almost male body crushed against her soft curves only served to intensify the feeling as her climax seemed to last.