Her thumbs hooked in the waistband and pushed downward. They slid easily to the floor and he stood there in a red leather codpiece, the stainless stee... studs on it winking in the light. It cradled his cock, which was making an impressive bulge in the leather. The straps holding it all together did nothing to hide his ass. He had a runners legs and ass, firm, muscled and trim, which emphasized the codpiece well.Janie kicked her sandals free, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. “And well, with the alcohol ... It just made me make some slip-ups. The wrong men get my number, and I don’t want that, so I switch phones.”“Don’t you think you are overdoing it not just a bit?” Trixy replied.“I mean, once, maybe twice, but lately you have switched what, 5 or 6 times, from phone? And still you go out.”“It is kind of addictive.” Donna admitted, “And Ninon is fun going out...”Which she actually was, Donna recalled. If only she didn’t push her every time to go further and further. My cock was fat and hard and it was going smooth in and out. I kept doing for a while.After that, I rested her right leg and positioned her inside way and again inserted my cock in her lubricated cunt. I hold her waist and again pumped my cock in and out of her pussy and she was now moaning ahhhhh.Ahhhhh. Ahhhhh slowly. Her eyes were wet as her hymen broke for a while by my black monster.My cock was some time getting slipped as it was too much lubricated.After a while, I told her to be in doggy. George took her blouse off and she trembled under his hands. But Faith worked on his shirt and when he had helped her remove it they stood and pressed their flesh together again, now with nothing in between them above the waist. Her slacks and his went quickly, and their shoes. They lay across her bed and his hands roved her body. Faith made little noises whenever he touched a sensitive area, and it seemed like all of her was sensitive. She had removed her stockings (pantyhose?) when she.