Hearing her moans and begs for more, Viola went in with her mouth, licking up and down while fucking her slowly with one finger.Sera was in ecstasy, b...t she had an idea to push things even further. She rolled over, rummaged around in the nightstand, and pulled out a strap-on dildo.“Have you used one before?” she asked tentatively, tossing it to Viola.Viola caught it and began to pull it on. “Trust me, hun, I know what I’m doing.”Tightening the final strap, Viola’s eyes scanned the bottles on. "Keven, come on, baby," he said. Just get in the truck so we can talk - ok?" I smiled but kept walking, making sure to put some wiggle in my ass. Suddenly he accelerated and pulled up in front of me, blocking my path. He jumped out of the car and ran up on me, taking my arm firmly in his big hand. I tried to pull away but his grip was like iron. He bitch walked me back to the truck and put me inside. I knew better than to try and run - it would just really piss him off and - well - who knows. Some of the stains were the usual spilled drinks, but some of them were obviously semen, and quite a few semen stains, too. I started to count them, but it proved impossible with so many overlapping, and just so many of them.There were also many other stains that I took to be vaginal juices. I based this assumption on the stain in front of the bar where I had seen the pussy juice of Vicky, the hopeful model, drip to the floor as she had orgasmed in front of us. I figured that other similar. I was nearly overwhelmed with desire. I wasted no time in getting his dick in my mouth and down my throat. Mike’s moaning and heavy breathing were the ingredients of my desire. I twisted around and showed him what the meaning of sixty-nine was. As I shoved my prong in his face he quickly grasped the concept and went after my drooling member with a surprising amount of gusto. I was greedily swallowing his cock and extending my tongue to swab the area between his balls and asshole. In his haste.