Bolstered by my little successes, I wondered what her favorite color was. Blue came to my mind. A deep, rich shade of blue. I opened my eyes as I aske..., "Grace, would you tell me your favorite color?" Royal blue," she replied. "Why?"Instead of answering, I asked, "Are you thirsty? Would you like something to drink?" A little. I'll get something in a minute. Why are you asking me these things?" Please bear with me one more moment and touch my fingers again. Please?" Well, okay, but..." she. He softly whispered “Sorry baby.” His hands lifting and rocking her hips just as his own hips were thrusting deep into her aching pussy. She didn’t look at him; her eyes were on her brother. “Jeff, don’t…” Her voice was a mere whisper as his hand wrapped around her back, his hand curling around the side of her body. He gently pulled her up more as Ivan rocked her on his dick, lifting and pushing her down with more force than Ivan would have ever used on her. Jeff pressed his mouth to his baby. .. Though he thought this might be a prank, he didn’t want to hurt Becky’s feelings, so he kept those thoughts to himself. Instead he replied, “Look, I’m just ... a really awful dancer. I’d probably embarrass you, at best. Worst case, I’d crush your feet.”Giggling, she replied, “I’d say it’s worth the risk. But, I totally get that some people need a little liquid courage before hitting the dance floor. Manuel? Two shots of Cuervo please!”The bartender quickly brought two shot glasses forward. It took only a short time for her tight cunt to bring him to climax. Then he told Melanie to lick them both clean. She licked his bloodied cock as it retreated, then she licked her lady in waiting until all her bloody streaks were removed. She just obeyed, she knew there was no option. Then he pulled her to his floppy cock and pushed it in to her mouth again; was he hoping to rise to hard tool again? No, he let rip and pissed into her mouth, holding her tight. Most went in and then flowed out.