Eventually Sandra Curtis joined them. While straightening her hair, her shirt and jeans, she looked a bit worse for wear. They left Erika Lim’s apar...ment and stepped into the elevator. It was silent in the elevator, on the way down into the basement. The large black limo slowly moved out of the underground car park and turned into a deserted street. It was quiet in the car, as it floated through Manhattan in the middle of the night. All three of them were tired and still coming to terms with. He was like a man possessed. Short and powerful strokes. He pistoned the entire length of his cock into my rhythmically.Thrusting in and out non-stop. This must have gone on for at least three minutes. All the time I screamed for more. He was squeezing my nipples and the pain of the nipples coupled with the pain of my stretched cunt made my buck into his thrusts. He was merciless…he kept ramming his huge penis into my vagina while he brutally squeezed my nipples. His mushroom head penis was not. She squirmed on the floor, her breasts jiggling. They were pillowy and soft.I thrust into my former teacher’s pussy.She groaned as my futa-dick slid into her. My crotch smacked into her rump. Her butt-cheeks rippled. My tits heaved. I squeezed her breasts, kneading those firm, round pair. She shuddered, her pussy stirring around my cock, massaging me with that wonderful silk.I stared down past my quivering breasts and watched my dick emerge from her pussy coated in her juices. I shuddered as. As Karen approached, she looking up and down the table, taking an inventory of everything. "Did you eat my cookies?" No, I didn't see any cookies!" Then where did they go?" I don't know!" Stand up!"Emily obeyed Karen's demand slowly, getting up at a bend while leaning on her hand, pressing it against the table's surface. Before she moved herself completely upright, she was interrupted. "WAIT!" She felt Karen touch her ass briefly. "These cookies!" Karen held a chocolate chip cookie up in front.