I know it’s just a suitcase, but it’s missing,’ she told the inconveniently hunky and cheerful young man in the Santa hat. ‘Are you sure every...hing for the flight has come out on the carousel?’ ‘Yes, sorry, I’m sure. I was down there and made sure it was all sent up the chute,’ he said. ‘Rough Christmas was it?’ He was speaking to her gently, which was a surprise as rough as he looked. His hands were massive and calloused, his body big in a beefcake way. More like a prize fighter—or a baggage. Then, I felt Ann’s cunt loosen as he pulled out of her ass. She let out a moan and a fart.Paul played with my hole moving his thumb in and out and sideways, then he spit on it and rested his cock on my crack making sure his spit was smeared all over the area. I was still fucking my wife when Paul gave a push and the head of his cock went in my ass, then he waited and I pushed back making my ass swallow his Greek 8 inch rod. A mildly pleasing pain made me stop pumping inside Ann’s pussy, but. Straining (it wasn't like he was in amazing condition, but this was worth it) he picked her up in his arms, and carried her to the bedroom while she rained kisses over his face and ears. Somehow, the strain barely registered on his consciousness, and by the time he reached the bedroom he felt like he could carry her to Timbuktu if that was the only place he could get his cock into her. He half lowered, half dropped her onto the bed in his haste to drop his mouth to the fleshy treasures that. I lift my ass and they are soon down to my knees freeing my hard cock. Without any pretense or hesitation he takes my cock into his mouth and starts to give me a blowjob. His skills have dramatically improved from the first time he sucked my cock almost two years ago. I run my left hand down Susan’s body and wedge it in-between us and into her PJ bottoms. Without breaking our kiss she shimmies her bottoms down to her knees giving me access to her trimmed bush and wet cunt. We have gone from.