I was in flawless form this evening as the wife told me the next day that Theresa and I had fucked for almost an hour straight. My wife lay beside us...and, when she wasn’t running her hands over my body, was stimulating herself by caressing her own breasts and nipples and rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. I think that she got off at least three times.As they say, all good things must end and I found myself heading down the homestretch. I slowed my stroking briefly and asked Theresa. The screams actually hurt ones ears. So piercing, so unbelievably exciting.And the destruction was glorious, the balls digging in to soft girl meat, wrenching little gobbets of raw flesh from the galvanised bodies, the buried dildoe, the breast hooks, the hidden petals of the expanded anal pear, and the many loops of brutal razor wire starting to rip the sisters to shreds after just the first of dozens of wickedly violent strokes.Ilsa could feel splatters of warm blood splash her body. She. It was too damn much. She couldn’t take that look, so she did the only thing she could do: Plunging her head under Dawn’s skirt, she hid between milky thighs.* * * No matter how many push-ups she did, no matter how many bitches she decked or guards she cursed, Faith hadn’t been able to get Dawn’s visit off her mind.They’d fucked, of course — k!d really did have slayer stamina — but then, they’d talked, like real lovers or some shit, and Dawn’s babbling confession about keys and hell dimensions. He told me how she pushed my knickers to one side and took first one cunt lip then the other between her fingers and pulled and separated them. Using her middle finger and thumb she massaged the entire area and circled my cunt hole. She teased the entrance open with these two digits and opened up my sopping wet hole. He could see and hear how sopping wet I was. He told me I was literally begging her to eat me out and she finally felt obliged to bring me to a climax. He said as I lay there in a.