I tangled my fingers in his unruly hair and pulled his face deeper into my chest. He sucked harder and his fingers probed away at the opening of my sl...t. He let go and I groaned in protest. He pulled the skirt off and I stood there, naked in front of him except for the boots. He let go of my nipple and looked up at me, his face wide with innocence and lust. ‘Am I doing it right?’ ‘God, yes.’ And I meant it. His touch was rough and clumsy, but it held more passion than anything I’d felt in a. "That young one! Can she drink?" Mr. Camaro asked in nearly perfectEnglish."Of course!" Helen said.Mr. Camaro nodded. She looked too young to be of legal drinking age butthen again so did his daughter. Lightly laced espressos were made andhanded out as each of the carolers started taking this and that from theanti-pasta dishes set before them. The drinks warmed them from theinside out and conversations become animated.Brandon joining in only when a question was posed kept his answersshort. He. I can only imagine what they’ve been doing. Are they at work? Have they even been there at all? After the first night he didn’t come home and fucked his young sexy secretary he’s been fucking her almost daily. Sometimes I know he’s spent the entire day in her bed, others at work. I know because he tells me, often sends me pictures. Tells me how perfect she is. He knows what it does to me. Knows how hard my big nipples get, how wet my Pusey becomes. Thinking of him cumming in her often pushing. ”“What?”Connor dug a flash drive from his front pocket. Ryan balked as though it might be a miniaturized nuclear weapon ... or a dog collar he’d wear the rest of his life. He backed against the door, shaking his head.“It’s nothing to get in a panic over, dude.”Terrified, Ryan shook his head.“It’s just some dude riding a really big dildo with his asshole.”Ryan flinched in embarrassment. He’d watched a series of videos on xHamster exactly like that last weekend. Watching the queer fuck a black.