“Nina your my first true love. I know your heart and soul and you know mine. I know Morgan hurt you, but it had to be done. We all have our duties. ...’m not saying we’re not going to kill Gigliona, but lets be sure it’s for the right reasons. Gigliona may have had good reasons to want your father dead.” Max rubbed her back and tried to soothe her.“Knock. Knock. Can I come in.” Morgan asked from outside the open door.“Yes.” Nina sat up and answered.“I’ve found out a little bit more about why your. Would you like for me to rub your dick while you watch?” said Carlos.“Yes, I crave to have a stranger touch my dick.”“Let me lube you up. I like a beautiful mushroom-shaped head and even girth from head to the base of the shaft. Zak, you feel so good in my hand, nice and smooth. I love it that you have no hair,” said Carlos.“Oh goodness. I like the way you are squeezing me. It feels so good. Please keep going nice and slow.”“When was the last time you emptied this thing? You feel hard. Are we. I hung back in the shadows and watched. The white wall she was using as a screen lit up with a shaky sign in French. Mom was going to watch stag films again.She pulled up her skirt, pushed her underwear down, and sat in the chair. It was a scene of two guys and a woman. Mom just watched as the fully dressed woman dropped to her knees and unbuttoned their pants and then sucked one cock then the other. Then the woman went down on her hands and knees. She was still sucking one cock while the other. Two. Sawing up into her body as her mouth fell open. "Brody, yes." She became wider and wetter with each thrust of his fingers, the jaws of her sodden pussy biting and releasing. Peaks of white cream began to form around his knuckles as her arousal took hold. He bent to lap at them, excited at the taste, fighting the urge to push her to the dusty ground and dive into her gorgeous cunt face first. Instead he fingered her more. Faster. Deeper. Crooking his digits, wondering if the designers had.