It was a dirty game we all played."Hungry." Wicked." I lightly massaged his firm muscles."Depraved." He relaxed into the cushions as I straddled him."...ou couldn't handle it." I gazed deep into his eys."You won't last a night with us, Ashley," Damian moaned, and pressed me closer."I disagree." I kissed him hungrily, tasted the beer and lime. I was determined to win at all costs."And if you win?" Sultry music." My tongue brushed against his."Blue sheets." I nipped his bottom lip."White pillows.". Again you look down, and almost faint on the spot as you witness his manhood, in its fully swollen glory, hovering inches from your face. You look up into his eyes, mesmerised, transfixed, and dripping with excitement in anticipation. He grins, knowingly, anticipating your next move. Your hands drop to his balls, caressing his massive globes, as your tongue tickles the enormous head of his penis, sending a wave of excitement up his spine, and eliciting a drop of pre-cum onto your lips. He. She wore a silky white slip and lace-topped hold-up stockings in the same colour, and a pair of high-heeled black shoes. Quite simply, a beautiful young girl stood before us."Fucking hell!" Danny got up, eyes on stalks, and made to step towards Yaz. "Uh-uh, mate - my house, my first dance with the lady," I said, laughing. Danny nodded, eyes still on our babe, as I walked towards Yaz and pulled her to me, feeling the heat in her hard young body as it came up full-length against me."You look. He had a look of almost a****l desire about him, as his eyes roved my body, taking in every inch of me. I'd always loved my curves, they made me feel so feminine, and now it appeared my daddy loved my curves too."Baby, what size are your breasts?" Daddy looked into my eyes waiting for my answer. "Emm, they're 36F, daddy, is that ok?" For a second I was worried that I was too curvy for him. My mum was so skinny and flat chested, and he had been fucking her for a long time so maybe that was what.