Her anus was tight and dry, so it was hard getting inside, but I played with it anyway. If she wanted to serve me, she would need to get used to have ...er ass played with.Karissa wouldn’t stop until the other woman was satisfied, sitting panting and sweating in her chair. Soon thereafter, she excused herself, as she was probably already missed by her dear husband who no doubt had no clue about his cunt-whoring wife. We finished breakfast with Karissa still on the floor and me feeding her toast,. His warm mouth felt so good around my hard cock. While he was sucking my cock I continued to make out with the other man while slowly moving my hand down to the base of his cock. He was rock hard of course and oozing a little precum by this point. I started stroking his member as he moaned a little with pleasure. I couldn't take it anymore and longed to taste his cock. I bent down and licked the tip of his cock and slid my tongue up and down his shaft teasing him a bit. I wanted to make me suck. “They’re hard, aren’t they?” she says. Hard theyare, almost like a young girl who rides her bicycleeverywhere. She says they’re that way because shespends an hour a day on the Stair-Master at her gym. “My thighs are also hard,” she says, “You shouldcheck them out.” I couldn’t resist. My left hand continuedmassaging her bottom and my right hand made its way upher right thigh. She was a hard-body, or al least whatI had touched. I crept through the hole and crouched just inside. Movement froze me. In the corner, a form uncurled, painted in the light from a small lantern hanging from the tent’s frame at its apex. A pale-skinned female body sat up, bushy hair spilling about narrow shoulders. A pair of triangular ears, tawny like her hair, thrust up at the top of her head and twitched like a cat’s. A face stared at me, golden eyes slitted. A lamia. Her slitted eyes fixed on me, keen vision noticing me.Then they flicked to.