How could I ever go downstairs like this. I went to the shower just as the door opened again. Who could this be? I was positive nine boys had come u... and fucked me. But without thinking I fell to the floor and crawled to the middle of the room ready for who ever walked in the door. Maybe I had lost count and another hot stud needed servicing. The door opened and to my surprise Vincent walked in. What did he want? Did he want to fuck me again? I could feel my pussy itching. Yes, Oh yes. Linda knew that she didn’t really have a big fat bottom but that was what she called it whenever there were cakes or biscuits around. Oh Biscuits! Linda bit her lip and hoped that there wouldn’t be any dry, small thin varieties of cake on offer where she was going. As it was, Linda didn’t get to find out about the biscuit situation in the interview room for as soon as the lift doors opened, she and her host were violently wrestled to the floor and handcuffed. ** Mrs Wiley, the cleaner,. I was staring her for like fifteen minutes. I guess she didn’t notice me that time. I wasn’t satisfied. I want to come down as she was seated on the lower berth to have a proper face to face look at her. But couldn’t come down immediately because of my boner. Sometimes these boners are a pain in the ass. You literally can not act as you want. But some after it was gone. I came down but again as I came down I had to sit down immediately as I was again up for her. Then after some time, people in. The opportunity is too good. Click, click, click. Nat leans all the way forward, crushing her breast against her legs, making them swell and bulge like the giant pleasure mounds they are. Next she pulls the sheer black leggings over her knees. As she does she crosses her legs so her vagina shows beneath her toned legs, then she spreads them revealing her soaked cunt, all while Heather’s camera continues to capture every vivid detail. Satisfied with Nat’s new attire, Heather gives her a slight.