Marcus was still sitting on the couch, waiting anxiously, as his eyes met Antonella. She was standing there at the threshold in her red corset with ga...ters, stockings, and heels. Immediately, he was glad he decided on her and was looking forward to fucking her senseless. Marcus got up and walked over to her. She leaned against the wall as he towered over her. ‘Do you like the outfit?’ Antonella asked. ‘Yes. Could you model it for me? Spin around.’ Marcus replied. Antonella did as asked. When. “Is it good for you?” she asks. “Because I could give you some help.” The tripod shot then shows them rearranging themselves, Gary still sitting but Terry now crouched over his groin. Back to the main camera as Terry starts to massage Gary’s cock. From half erect it soon stiffens, the knob ready and waiting. Terry opens her mouth and starts to lick and suck. Colin zooms in. “That’s great, Terry. I told you you could do it. Just be ready to back off when Gary tells you. We’re not there yet. Not. It’s just what I needed.” We sit on the bed and keep drinking the tea for a moment and then she relaxes her head against the wall. “Are you warming up?” I ask. I put my hands on her knees and feel that her skin is still chilly, then rub lightly with each of my palms. “Almost,” she says. Her eyes are closed and her voice is drifting low. “This is such a disaster. How am I even getting home tonight?” “You can sleep here,” I say, a bit too quickly. She opens her eyes and peers at me, with the. I hardly had a moment to think. Are we still on for tonight?’ ‘Of…of course,’ Lori replied, delighted. ‘Well, then, it looks as if you’re through for the day,’ he said. ‘Why don’t we get going?’ ‘Ah…sure,’ Lori said. Even though she hadn’t been sure she’d see him she had put on a turquoise surplice top that rode low on her shoulders and a sweeping white wrap skirt that fastened only at the waist with two buttons. When she walked her spectacular legs flashed from the folds of the garment. ‘You.