When the shirt was gone Len reached for hers, tugging the t-shirt up and off to free her modest breasts. He enjoyed the sight of them for a moment bef...re bending to kiss each, finishing with an appreciative squeeze, the straightened again and wrapped his arms around her again before lowering his lips to her own.This time the kiss was French. Merilee let Len guide her to the sofa and lay on it with him over top of her. Oh god, they were still wearing way too many clothes. To her relief Len began. She gazed at it, pasty with her drying moisture, for long moments. "It smells like pussy," she observed, crinkling her nose. "Shouldn't you go clean it?" No," I assured her, "it's YOUR pussy!"She shrugged and dropped her tongue to the tip of it. The warm, wet contact made me shiver."This is so nasty," she whispered, looking at me over the top of my dick and grinning in pained embarrassment, "I can't believe I'm doing this." But then she put the head between her lips and softly sucked on it.Son. "You gonna open that booth. You gonna do that, understand, little girl? Cause if not, you ain't gonna get to fuck this big cock. I know you's a little slut, you want this meat."Emilia turned her head to Jennifer. Jennifer turned her head around and shrugged."Okay." said Emilia.They heard a little commotion outside, and a knock at the door. Emilia unlocked the door to the booth. There were at least six guys waiting for their turn all together. Emilia's pussy tingled with anticipation. The big. He grabbed a bottle of some lubricant from his purse and poured a generous amount between the crack of my ass.He suddenly spanked me again and rubbed more oil all over my butt. I then felt his coated thumb entering my very tight asshole and it slipped easily inside, passing through my tight sphincter."That sweet asshole had been fucked before, you, filthy bitch…”He whispered, as he slapped my buttocks even harder than before.Before I could even scream in pain at his hard smacks, the bastard.