Now hotter than hell she saw, close-up, the broad shaft sliding in and out of her mouth, while she watched the big sack of balls get closer and closer...to her face, with each throat stretching stab.Her mouth made a wet, sloshing sound as the thick prick shaft plowed in and out of her throat, without even gagging her.Finally she felt the big bag of balls begin to slap against her nose, softly at first, then harder and louder as they began to smack against it, forcefully.Her lips, nose and face. --- "You don't have to." --- whispered Lilly.She then, moved them further, and pushed them at her second hole. As they were well lubricated now, they passed her sphincter easily, and started to move in and out. She groaned, and tried to concentrate on the frying pan.His hand was forceful, and strong. He was soon lifting her body off the ground, aggressively violate her ass with his fingers, and masturbating himself with her ass. His other hand was on her arm, holding her shirt up, and exposing. He shut his door and blindly turned on the light and blinked away the brightness before screaming and dropping his bag and his maths book in surprise because Harry fucking Styles was sitting on his bed. Louis gaped at the curly haired boy, who stood up and walked over and placed his hands on Louis’ waist and smirking down at the gaping boy. It took a moment for Louis to find his senses and he pushed the tall boy away. “What the fuck are you doing in my room and how did you get in here?!” Louis. Unfortunately for Rhonda, I’m a happily married man, and so I ignored the subtle signals she was sending out, and just focused on surviving the rest of the trip to work.As we got in, I paused the tape, and realized tape #2 wasn’t anywhere to be seen - my wife must have nabbed it.I was a bit annoyed that she’d taken it without permission, but then a smile crossed my face.So my wife is going to be craving my cum? I can think of worse things that could happen... The previous night, my girls had.