Then he starts moving his fingers in and out faster and faster. My chest starts lifting and I scream his name. He knows I’m getting close. He rams h...s hand in at a blur than stops with them as far in as comfortable and starts sucking on my clit again. That’s when it happens. I feel my insides explode and grip his fingers. I arch my body, curving around his head. I shudder against his hand. Once I’ve calmed down, he ever so gently removes his fingers and moves up to kiss me, making me taste. If you have not seen photos of her, she is very obese but with perfect round curves for sculpting, or to paint. Juliana is not obese, but her curves and her whole manner make me want to do something to get her on paper like Venus of Willendorf. I cannot of course suggest that she pose naked; I can only imagine in my mind. But still in my hotel room that night, for first time in weeks, I masturbated, and I guiltily thought of Juliana’s face in fantasy while I did. Though she had told me that she. Just then, I stop my thrusts forward and pull out of Kirsten partially to extend my orgasm and partly to get another angle to enter her as I flip Kirsten around to her knees on the couch. I motion for Hank to do the same with you as you leap to the couch and both you and Kirsten sit side by side pointing your asses toward me and Hank. You and Kirsten kiss and swirl your tongues out of your mouths so that hank and I can see. Hank enters you and I follow suit with Kirsten as we both take you. "Suck it bitch." After a minute or two of face fucking the crying little girl I pulled her up by the hair off of my cock and pushed her back onto my desk. She lay there on her back, trembling as I slid the head of my prick up and down the slit of her hairless twat. "Oomph", she grunted as I pushed myself into her incredibly tight snatch, burying my eight inches in one thrust. I grabbed the flesh behind her knees as pushed them up until they flattened her tiny breasts beneath them before pulling.