I sucked him again and worked my panties totally off my body and threw them on the seat. Then I pushed out the ass plug and added more lube. I stood...and lubed his big cock and was a little frightened because it was thicker than the plug by almost a half inch. I turned away from it and could see myself in the glass above the screen and thought, what a nasty slut. I eased back against his big black monster. I pushed out and let him inside me. I took the rush of pain from the stretch. Then. When only the underwear was left I lifted her up. She let out that adorable giggle again and kissed me while I was laying her down on the “bed” (It was more of a bench with pillows on it.) I was laying over her and kissed her neck. I went down to her boobs. Then her stomach. When I got to the panties gave her a little kiss through the cloth. She let out a tiny moan. I kissed her thighs around her panties. She was moaning. “Oh! You tease!” She said with a heavy breath. I went back up to her. A look of sheer relief and happiness on her face, but Tony grabbed her, and rolled her over onto her back, he pulled her hair to one side, to keep it from catching, and she surprised him again."Yes!" She hissed lustily. "Pull my hair. Pull on it." He grabbed a handful and pulled her up to kiss him. Their mouths locked in passion, their tongues swirling madly as their loins pressed tightly together. Tony flexed his cock inside her, and felt Debbie jump. She started to squeeze back, thrusting her. Overall, Miranda though he looked like a cross between a used-car dealer and a heroin addict. He was currently dusting himself off and reaching down to pick-up a matchbook and a now-crushed cigarette from off the ground, ignoring the prone girl completely. ‘Damn it,’ he swore at his ruined cigarette, before turning his gaze on Miranda, ‘What, are you blind or just stupid?’ he demanded in a heavily accented voice that sounded like it could have come from Liverpool or maybe London. Miranda had.