Margie’s head began to swim as it was once again driven back and forth on a thick, meaty shaft. She applied more pressure to her swollen clit, rubbi...g hard as she indulged in the fantasy that she had no choice. Just as she loved it when Richard pinned her down on the bed at home, or held her hands behind her back while he took her hard from behind, she now allowed herself to be a passive recipient of youthful steel.Back and forth, back and forth; Julie moving her head forcefully. Saliva churned. Especially when their partners lifted them to afford a tantalising view of legs opened wide. These were gorgeous women whose ability to arrange their bodies with variety and agility was seemingly limitless. A new fantasy had begun to incubate: Harry had started to wonder what it would be like to fuck a ballerina. Back in his bedroom, fresh from the shower, Harry picked up the discarded magazine and leafed through a few sticky pages before dropping it in the bin. He felt the twinge of guilt. Nicole was about five-four, nice and trim, a brunette with a ponytail, and her skin was tan all over, maybe Italian or Greek or something.Her breasts were full and round and upright, each one tipped with a small dark nipple. Her head moved back, then she stood up to take my cock in her hand holding it from beneath as she saidThis was what I wanted to see when we were in the art room, Noah, your beautiful, hard cock. God, it’s beautiful. Would you fuck me with it?” she asked as she pulled off. Another tug and Zack lurched headfirst into Leila’s lair. It was a very nice lair, cozy. Red predominated, a few aromatic candles flickered the only light. There were no windows, no furniture, the carpeted floor was piled with a variety of embroidered cushions. Leila kneeled down and pulled Zack with her. She arranged Zack lounging on a pile of cushions. She knelt attentive at his side and spoke her first works with a soul melting accent. ‘I am Leila, a TWA graduate and your Zodiac assignment..