She was squealing louder now from time to time, and she would rock her hips forward and back, making my dick shift around inside her.There wasn't much...I could do to help fuck her, so I reached down between her legs where she bounced on my dick, and rubbed along her slit, trying to find what I thought was her clit. I wasn't exactly sure where to rub or how to do it, but I rubbed my fingers up and down her cunt-slit, and toyed with the flesh at the top.It felt so fucking good to have Vicky. Late thirties. A little overweight but masculine. I make a bit of small talk as we move to the bedroom. He interrupts me to say – ‘Don’t you remember? I was here six weeks ago.’ No, I don’t remember. I cannot for the life of me remember that or him. I say of course I remember him but no time is wasted and in a matter of seconds his trousers are at his ankles and his cock in my mouth. I give him my best though I can tell he’s over-excited. I try to delay him by moving to his balls but, if. Her eyes moved around franticly and she tried to pull her head back, but I kept both of my palms firmly planted against the back of her head, keeping her lips and nostrils smashed against my pubic hairs. Her son tried getting up to help, but Tyrese leaned over and back handed him and he went falling back onto the coach. Tyrese then leaned back into the coach next to Mandy and let her continue stroking his massive cock. I said breath in your nose and with that she started franticly taking deep. Fingers started to enter my pussy and ass, even in my mouth. My breasts were being squeezed and stretched like beach balls. I knew no one in the room had ever experienced a body like mine, nor would they ever again.Finally, they laid me down on the ground and the first cock began to push against the outer lips of my womanhood. It didn’t wait to warm me up, it pushed in fast and deep. I gasped out loud in a guttural scream. This brought cheers from the rest of the football team. It was the last.