" Before I have the chance to even blink I feel his hard, thick cock deep inside me and I moan loudly for him. "Yes baby fuck me. Fuck me hard and you...ll get what you want most." His only reply is by fucking me hard, deep, and fast. "Mmm yes baby. It feels so good." I say as I moan and squirm in pleasure. "God damn it woman. Why so fucking tight?" He manages in the midst of our grunts and moans. I just giggle and scream in pleasure as he rails me even harder and deeper. "Fuck yes. Don't stop. I. Anna was flustered at this this and suggested leaving but Marg held her hand and encouraged her to sit on the couch next to her husband. Moss picked up a head nod from his wife and putting his hands on Anna’s shoulders, kissed her lips until the resistance lessened. With that, he began to use his tongue and fouled she was not even used to that. Anna was unsure what to do next and looked at Marg. All Marg said was, “Right here, right now.” Anna look about to cry but made a single nod of yes.. There he is, standing in just his boxers, which form around his arse so nicely. His back, seemingly, looks longer when standing so naked, the muscular movements as he flips the French toast, the curves of his calves standing there. My eyes wander over every inch of his body, soaking in the details of him. His hair, which he wears just long enough for me to run my fingers through, is unruly, begging to be touched. Trying to be as quiet as I can, I move towards him, slipping my arms around his. Oh, fuck yeah! Vincent cried out, baby, didnt I tell you this was gonna be a great party? Mila just closed her eyes, helpless as Tony fucked her mouth and Vincent fucked her plump, soft tits. She then heard another zipper, but this time it was her own from her skirt. Her skirt was pulled off by Ian, who was at her feet behind Vincent. She felt the cool air of the room hit her now bare, shapely legs. She felt Ian spread her legs wide open and rub her cunt through her lacy black panties. Mila.