Her hands wandered over her breast and made their way to the edge of Sasha’s skirt. She nervously played with the seam for a while as they continued...making out. The women finally came up for air and leaned back against the car doors. Their minds filled with adulterated thoughts of taking this situation to another level. The windows were fogged and the heavy panting was louder than the alternative music that blared through the car speakers. They continued to glare at each other and with one. She stoppedmoving, except for a visible pulsing in her pussy andasshole. Her cream was pushed from her snatch, drippingdown to mingle with my cum oozing from her dilated anus.The two of us drifted off to sleep, there on her kitchenfloor, half dressed and lying in a pool of cum and oil.We woke up the next morning, stiff, sticky andembarrassed as all hell. We weren’t quite sure how todeal with this particular taboo topic, and the fact thatwe were lying there letting it all (or most of. I take His cock into my mouth, my tongue circling the tip. i feel Him pushing further into my mouth, further down my throat. .My Master strokes my hair, He is speaking very softly: ?Take it. Take it all. Do it now?? He holds my head firmly and thrusts deep into my throat, as if it were my tight, pulsing passage. i feel as though i am choking, i can’t breathe. i am gagging, gasping for air. He starts to pump harder, faster. i feel that i am close to passing out again, then i feel His grip on my. There were only two players, both in their thirties; a wiry black haired tattooed man and a slightly plump woman. They were just starting a new game, she was breaking and as I looked at her hands I noticed lots of gold rings on pinkish, slightly swollen hands. Her face had been good looking but drink had made it worn. We nodded to the players and sat beneath one of the dartboards to watch the game. They were intent on their game; the woman potting three in a row before handing the cue to.