" I said before spitting on his face."EW! Did you just spit on me?" He almost yelled."Aww.Did I make little slave mad?" I asked teasingly, pinching hi... cheek.He stared back with un-emotional eyes.I sighed and got off of him."Sorry." I said reaching down to help him up.He took my hand and yanked me back onto him.I realized that I was still naked.He raused his head up and pushed mine down.I didn't pull back.I liked his kisses.They were rough and kind at the same time.Much like his. Once that began all hope of extended foreplay was dashed and I impaled myself deeply into Rosalind’s body. We fucked like madmen, like two people just released from prison. Her body was mesmerizing and as her orgasm neared I threw everything I had into loving Rosalind and driving us for fulfillment. Maybe two strokes after Rosalind’s orgasm started, mine hit me like a ton of bricks and I creamed my balls out into the condom. The next day Rosalind said she was a little sore in the morning and. Her throat constricted around his cock, driving him crazy. Jill’s other hand was foundling his balls, tickling and teasing them, as she continued to please his shaft. Jay’s breathing was getting heavier and he gripped her hair, his hips moved forward and back, slowly pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. His rod plunging deeper with every stroke until the tip hit the back of her throat again, making her gags slightly and he stopped. He slid out of her mouth, and she leaned in and kissed the. "What on earth was that about, that poor woman looked terrified." Said Marie."She said the devil is in our house." Said Carl."That's not what she said, she said we've brought the devil to our house. Did we bring anything back with us from Bermuda?" Said Glen."The statue, the fucking statue. Look, is right here but is like it doesn't want you to look at it. It actually hurts my eyes if I look but is right here in plain sight!" Said Lisa."Carl, take it and put it in the shed for now, I'm.