She felt so full, so perfect inside. She looked up at her Daddy and smiled. “It’s so good,” she whispered. He groaned and she felt his cock twit...h inside her. She could feel the movement across his entire length, all at once.Petra clenched in response and was rewarded with a louder groan and another twitch. “Daddy,” she breathed softly, “keep going.”Jake did as she asked. He started drawing back slowly, pulling inch by inch out of Petra’s passage. She clenched tight again as he moved, as if her. And the most interesting feature, there were no fingers. Thesegloves were sorta like mittens. They forced my hand into a little tightspace and shaped my hands like that of a beauty queen waving from herfloat. There were really weird, and really tight. My hands wereuseless, and I figured I couldn't take them off if I tried. They weretoo long and too tight, I was too weak, and I hand no hands to grabwith. Then Jen brought over this thing that looked like a fat and redlittle penis with a. I wanted that too. I wanted everything. The smooth stretch of skin sweeping back from the back edge of her slit (at which she momentarily lost suck on my prick for a full-bodied scream), and then the sweet pucker of her anus, gently, tasting mildly of salt, slowly relaxing for my tongue, which pushed slightly in (at which she merely sighed, although the sigh was as full-bodied at the scream). I wanted to be filthy. I wanted to break records. After a while our mouths began to move more widely. When our duet is done, I scan the dark windows for my unseen partner.As if reading my mind, a dim light appears, just bright enough to reveal the slender silhouette of girl who holds an upright cello in an impossibly sensual embrace. Where the glow spills over her shoulder, I can make out a naked breast pressed into the cello's amber belly.Is it possible to be jealous of cello? Somehow I restrain myself from shouting, 'please play me instead,' or something equally dumb. Instead, I slip off my.