The man took her in his hands. He ran his hands up her wet stockings, pushing her legs further apart.“You fucking slut,” he snarled as he slipped...his cock between her legs. Domina let out a little squeal of delight as it slid into her warmness.“I am a slut!” she gasped. “Now do me. Hard.”He did. He banged the fuck out of her.He pushed her face down. Her hair and face were splashed with warm droplets of pool water as he bent her forwards and thrust into her. He cupped her pert breasts in. “So how are we doing this?” Greg asked, knowing it would be fun no matter what.“I was thinking a Jolene sandwich, where we switch,” Danny said with a wink.“No! I mean wouldn’t it be better having a Danny sandwich? Just think of his tight ass, Greg, you know only you get his ass,” Jolene interjected rapidly. Greg looked dejected slightly but quickly masked it.Danny nodded, curious about Greg and Jolene’s lack of contact but decided that they would sort it out themselves. He kissed Jolene as Greg. I can't breath, but soon, I no longer care. Hypoxia has various interesting effects including euphoria and a hard on.Kennedy gets off my face, so I can gasp for breath. I'm just about recovering, then Kennedy grabs my hard on and laughs, "It never fails." I'm a bit out of it at that point, so don't react. She gets off the bed, gets something out of the bag, then appears looming above me. This time she's fastening on the strap on dildo. I hate what she does with that, it was also me who bought. Her mind would wander while he spoke and she would be carried away. He would suddenly ask her a pertinent question or ask her opinion and she would stumble for an answer trying to cover the fact that she had not been listening to the words at all. It was the feeling, the cadence, the phrasing that mesmerized her, that calmed and, in the end, excited her. Soon each began to wonder what the other looked like. Each had a clear idea of the other and each was hesitant to take the next step. With.