Becca kisses it adoringly. She unconsciously rocks her own hips, grinding them against the air, almost hornier than she can stand. "Becca! Oh my god, ...un, this is too much!" Stacy whines, cupping her breasts tightly in her strong hands. Mhm! Becca, I'd do anything for you. Becca's mouth waters as she peels the pink, cotton undies off Stacy's bum. She slowly pulls them off one leg, then the other. But she leaves them hanging around Stacy's right ankle. "Mmm, I love pink on you," Becca moans,. I told him it was OK as long as I could see his cock go all the way down my throat."Deepthroat?" Anthony asked."Deepthroat." I replied confidently."Are you really ready for that, Jim?" He asked. "Do you want your cock in my throat or not?" I answered sternly.With the camcorder whirring, I suddenly found myself getting the back of my throat and below impaled at a slow pace. As time went on, it got faster and faster, until eventually I knew what he wanted to do.He groaned and lurched his hips. You REALLY need a drink,” Anna said with a smile as she pulled Eleanor out into the hall. As Eleanor followed her unwanted life coach to the stairwell, she tugged on her sleeves, making sure that the scars on her wrists were covered.Loud music bounced off the walls of the house and was distorted by the conversations of the drunken college kids. Eleanor stood by the staircase, desiring someone to talk too, but too shy and nervous to actually say something to someone. Across the room, Anna was. I went inside and found the short table Sally used so Brut could fuck her, I found the table with all the different rubber cocks. I found this one thing that looked like a saddle sitting down about knee level and it had two short yet fat leather dildo sticking up from it. The front dildo had a part built up that I am sure would touch a clitoris when the woman sat flush on the saddle. It did not take genius to understand what this was for. A girl could sit in the saddle and have both holes.