Brandi could feel her cunt getting moist as she kneeled before her Master. Mike patted the seat cushion next to his spot on the sofa, indicating for B...andi to sit."Feed me some cake slave." Mike gently demanded."Yes Master." Brandi replied demurely.Picking up the plate and fork, Brandi sliced off a bite and held it out for her master. As she fed him, Mike would occasionally indicate that she should take a bite or drink from the milk glass. Even day old the cake was exquisite. Brandi was ready. She shifted the gears smoothly. After driving for another ten minutes, Velamma felt like the gear was too hard to shift when she grabbed it.She was embarrassed when she realized she had grabbed Prabhu’s cock instead of the gear shaft. Her cheeks turned red, and she giggled. Prabhu was rock hard when she had grabbed him. Staring at her melons jiggling as she drove made him aroused.“I didn’t mean to grab your…gear shift,” She said as she parked the car according to Prabhu’s direction.Prabhu acted. “That's right lover,” she flirts. Like myself she has every bit of clothes still on. When she reaches the couch, she slowly pours the liquid between Vanessa's tits. A river of bubbles flows down her slender body, around the hump of her shaved mound, and to the sides of her cunt. I bury my face between Vanessa's legs, lapping up the liquid as it flows around her pussy lips. “Oh fuck,” Vanessa moans loudly as she grabs the couch cushion. She has no room to breathe - my tongue both furious and. Tiffany squatted astride the member of our priest. Up and down she rode his cock, her jugs bouncing despite Father Paul’s attempt to hold them. “GET OFF NOW”, Father Paul yelled. Tiffany obeyed. Just as she went off, priestly cum erupted from the Father’s wick. Tiffany drank every ounce of Paul’s semen.My mother and sister them decided to kiss their deceased relative goodbye. My stepmother took the left side the body, Tiffany took the right side. They “worked over” the body with their lips..