Marne ko fir usne rita ko choomna shuru kiya or bola ki jaaker vase line laane ko main samajh gaya ki woh rita ki gaand marega mera bhi ekdum poore jo... main khada ho gaya rita ke vaseline laate hi usn mujhe bola ki isse mere lund per malish ker maine uske lund ki maalish ki to usne mujhe pakad ker bister per gira diya woh mujhse bahut takatwar tha main dar gaya samajh gaya aaj ulta ho gaya hai mian rita ki gaaand marne ki soch reha tha or woh meri gaand fadega maine bahut bola ki main aisa. She demanded that he get up off the bed and changed places with me; however, I was to get on all fours with my arse pointing in the air. I did as requested and positioned myself in the middle of the bed. I then felt the warm feeling of lube hit my arse, then felt the pressure of his hard cock pushing against my hole. When it slipped in, I let out a little moan. I could feel him stretching me. This was ecstasy, feeling his cock sliding in and out of my tight arse felt amazing. He was working. Max let go of my hair. I lowered my head and looked down between my legs only to see his huge red dog cock working its way to my wet slit. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't scream for help. If anyone saw me like this my image would be ruined forever. I began to cry as I felt his thick warm slimy cock slide around my slit's opening. I couldn't believe that Max was trying to put that thing in me. His dog cock kept poking away trying to find my slit. Then without any warning I felt his thick. It was a good idea, Lani decided. By trading gifts early, it felt like so much of the pressure of the actual holiday was removed. They were both more relaxed—joking, teasing, and enjoying the season. I better enjoy it, Lani thought with a sigh, since the holidays at home won't be much fun. Her brother was going to be there, and that always made things awkward. "What's on your mind?" Dom asked as he sat next to her. He held out one glass of red wine and she took it. "Just family stuff." She.