She returned to the two men who had been admiring the view of her ass and gave her husband a firm kiss on the lips. Shoving him back toward the headbo...rd, she straddled his chest and he let her handcuff him as he watched her tits sway a foot above his head. Once his wrists were secure she turned around and planted one knee on either side of her husband's head and spread her legs to their fullest extent. His tongue instinctively darted into her pussy and her moans made the stranger start. She wasn’t carrying anything.Once inside, I put my load on the counter and went out for more. She sat at the table and shivered in her wet clothes. It took a total of three trips. I went to my coffee maker and started it. I wasn’t as wet as her but had gotten damp during all this in addition to a slight chill. It was the middle of spring and could be cool with the clouds and rain.I pulled two mugs and filled them both. I had put creamer and sugar packets on the table while the coffee dripped. I. The Slut screamed, yelled, and moaned like she never had before. This would normally shock The Husband and make him stare at her, but he was too preoccupied seeing the girl of his wet dreams stradling The Glutton, about to have sex. The Slut was purely a living sex toy for his horny cock while he watched the real porn live out in front of him.The Glutton undid The Babe's bikini top and threw it towards the fucking Husaband and wife. The Babe turned her head and laughed as the top landed on the. It’s lovely when Mark fucks me, but he’s only a zephyr compared to the storm that blows when your tongue is inside. Anyway, darling, men don’t have breasts. Or nipples like ours. Men aren’t made to play with. Girls are."Dorinda explored again. She saw this ageless c***d as a storehouse of infinite wisdom. "When men whip us, do you think it is a sort of love play? A prelude to sticking their things into us?" That’s the least of it. But sure, it’s there. I think they find some sort of ineffable.