You know what they say about that first step," he said."It's a killer?" I hope so," he whispered as he dived to join her.She said, "I'm not ready to d...e." Then I'll rescue you."They began to kiss passionately, like two soul mates that had finally found each other again. It seemed so oddly natural that Thyme would be kissing this completely gorgeous stranger. She felt like the a****l that instinctively finds a mate well-prepared to offer its seed or something to that effect, in a hazy. Connolly leather hides, the same as in my XK8 Jaguar, clad the frames of the chairs and the comfort is to die for. I could see Jules stirring and regaining clarity and vision as her body became more neglected, in order for her mystery guest to up the ante on her own body. The champagne bottle suddenly came into my vision and I realised that Jules was now sitting up and had removed its last millimetres of neck from her pussy and was grasping it firmly by the base, her thumb in that dimple they. He plowed into me with such force that the raised podium was beginning to bounce on the floor. I had managed to wrap my legs around his and was able to pull him some what from my butt. I could not yell for help, only grunt through clutched teeth as he punished my butt hole to his satisfaction. After a while the brute began to grind deeply into my bowels and I felt his cock head begin to twitch in my butt. It wasn't long before I felt the explosion of man spunk into my rectum, each discharge. Standing in front of me, he aimed his huge cock, and started releasing a long stream of piss into the bucket. Now I understood why he had been swigging on a bottle of water the whole time. He pissed like a racehorse, the bucket getting heavier and heavier, pulling my nipples thin and taut. While the tormenting sensation in my nipples was making me moan and shake, I remember the surprising feeling the hot tongue on my clit. Flicking, licking with long wet strokes, sucking it like a baby at a.