.'Sure" Claudette replied, but I want only to eat you out and fist you...I was delighted that Claudette was Ok with our open relationship and my thirs... for male sexual encounters.As we were discussing the next party, Claudette unzipped her jeans to expose her beautifully shaped hips, her naturally red pubic hairs she doted on and cut to perfection. I loved her semi hairy pussy. It was such a beautiful color in the sunlight. I loved the way it tickled my lips and face when I was eating. ‘Maranda, are you okay? I am so sorry that I was so rough with you.’ I try to sit up, but find that I am very sore. Slowly I try again and this time prop myself up with my elbows. ‘Yes, William, I am fine. I don’t know what came over me.’ ‘Just as long as you are okay, that is all that matters.’ ‘I am okay. Please don’t worry about it.’ ‘Okay then.’ Standing up, he goes over to the papers that I had left on the chair, but somehow they got moved to his desk. ‘While you were out, I did a little. I fucking want her. This Xanex is making me feel crazy, my limbs feel detached, but the brownies make me sensitive every time her delicate hands touch my skin. She has to be thinking the same fucking thing, too, when her fingers find the hem of my shirt. I suddenly remember the boys in the room, but still don’t pay them any mind and raise my arms for her. Aaliyah slides my blouse over my head and throws it. Before we can lock lips again, I take the opportunity to rid her of some clothes. I. Oppositely she felt turned on, like a sort of bondage. Her skin was sucked inside the thin latex that clings to every inch of her body. Her feet were immobilized inside the shoes. They were damn good looking with contrast white to red in the mirror. She took her mobile camera for a couple of close-ups, exactly where her red latex covered ankle met the edge of the snow-white shoes. She fell flat backwards to her bed and start to carefully satisfy her vagina with one hand. She decides to finalize.