She stood upright, walked over to me, picked up that damn ruined dress and cleaned his cock in front of me now covered in his pungent cum. When he was...cleaned up, she handed him his boxers and jeans and as he buttoned his fly, and put his boots back on, she straightened out her skirt and adjusted her tank top. His hot cum and her juices were still flowing down her tanned thighs as clear evidence of their carnal lust. They took one last final look in the mirrors to check themselves and without a. Suddenly, his dick was presented for me. I held him in my hand and felt his thickness throbbing. He was big as the last guy and I greedily inhaled him into my mouth.As the man got harder and harder, he asked me if he could fuck me…I stood and slid my wet thong down my thighs and when I bent to pull them off I felt his hand on my pussy. I moaned as he groped my hairless mound.I stayed in that position and just let him play with my wet cunt and I felt him teasing the rim of my asshole. I was. Releasing all the thoughts from her mind Samantha picked up her washcloth. Applying soap to the rag Sam lathered her body with soap and continued her shower. Walking to her room, she dried off and dressed in her pajamas for the evening. Getting lost in pleasing her fans and earlier events she forgot all about dinner. Grabbing the towel off her bed Samantha ran out of her room, passing the bathroom, throwing the towel in the door way and running down the stairs to scarf down dinner. Sitting down. Pal laying at cock-to-mouth level, already cradling the head he's steadily fucking. Both men seemed content to go for the standard fuck-your-face blow job. Pal had both hands in Chris' hair, controlling the head, tilting it back to get a good view of his passage through the lips. Chris was definitely being the submissive one, I had to admire his stamina and gag control. I drooled on my hand, wet down my man-pole and dropped to all fours, ass up near Chris' submissive headjob. After placing.