Even the refrigerator was painted blue. Pans were hanging off the huge rack above the island in the middle of the kitchen, with its sides covered in t...les of various blues. ‘Wow!’ was all I could say. ‘You sure know your business, Mr. Davey.’ ‘Sean, call me Sean.’ Henodded towards the pantry. ‘Get some veggies, would you, please?’ As I was cutting up carrots and lettuce, I plunged into deep thought and for a moment forgot where I was. Then I looked up and found Sean staring at me intently,. I just went close to her face and gave a gentle kiss on her lips. She was watching me and enjoyed. Now she started closing her eyes.Again I gave one more kiss. This time I went little deep into her lips by sucking her lower lips. She slowly started opening her mouth and immediately I grabbed her lower lip like mad dog. I didn’t rush her and tried to be gentle and increased my kissing.We kissed for 2-3 minutes and slowly I started touching her tongue. I was urging for her tongue and she. But here I was, lying exhausted and hot on the floor, covered in the cum of three different men, and just barely nineteen years old. I was pumping my fingers in and out of my still aching honeypot, moaning and eager as I looked back into the lens of the camera filming my every move. I fucked myself harder and harder, listening to the squishing noises of my pussy juices as I pressed against my swollen g-spot. I felt myself climaxing once again, and I lifted up my shaking hips, spreading my pussy. Shooting soap cream all over me and rubbing my body with it. It must be a thing for him shooting white cream on me and rubbing it in.He took me out to brunch wearing the skirt and top from the night before, still no undies. He had his hands all over me more than ever, my tits, my pussy, my ass. There was no minute when he wasn’t fondling something.We returned from brunch about one and David taking my hand, led me right back into the bedroom to fuck me again. David didn’t even bother to take my.