.Aisha looked up at Michael, pleading with him "Please let me leave." Not before you give me what I want" Michael said sternly.His words left Aisha st...nned and a sense of dread quickly came over her."What are you going to do to me?"Michael slowly moved in closer and stood over her with his throbbing cock just inches from her face.Aisha looked at the strange fleshy rod that protruded from his legs. It was pink and had a mushroom shaped head, with a small hole that was leaking fluid. She noticed. This was blood pumping club music, without enough bass. The door swung inward and the red boot came out.Goddammit! I admit it, despite myself I had felt excited to come here. I had ideas. Brutal, man-hating, front page, firebomb ideas. Thy hadn’t been enough. She was another fucking little girl. Another fucking blonde. Another fucking pinup wet dream for the stuttering lifeless dishwasher I had found myself enslaved to. The good news was men run out of steam and this girl was firing Matthew’s. He could feel his cock turn from a semi into a full on throbber. Any notions or insecurities were gone. His mouth went dry, the buzz from the vodka was now coupled with his desire and he felt the best he had in weeks. He separated Carters arse and could see the base of a red butt plug covered his hole. "Nice." Lockie muttered as Carter's head moved down and he began to eat out his wife. Monroe's eyes never left Lockie, she was taking in torso and arms. She bit her lower lip and slowly moved her. She released the cock from its prison for a short moment allowing it to shoot some of its juices against her chin and neck, from where it trickled down onto her breasts. Then she recaptured Dario's joystick and kept it inside her mouth. When it had gone completely soft, she released it from her mouth and rolled it against her cheeks. The mixture of her saliva and his cum which coated his cock left a trail all over her face. She looked up at Dario, adoringly, and mouthed a 'thank you'.Gaby was.