”“This is all comical to you,” he sighed.“Aw, babe. Don’t worry. They’ll never know.”Something pounded at the door. “Shit—we need to...leave,” Gerald said.Lucy, unaffected, leisurely pulled her panties up while Gerald frantically struggled to secure his pants. Despite his haste, he whipped his phone out, pointing it at Lucy. Once she realized what he was doing, she stuck her ass out further toward him, posing.“Perfect—now I’m all set to get castrated.” “Don’t worry. I’ll never let anything happen. He pulled her waist until she was bent over the edge of the bed with her ass in the air. He knelt between her legs as he buried his face in her ass. His tongue pushed into the tight ring, darting in and out as she moaned in greedy need. He licked and spat into her dark hole until it was adequately lubricated with his saliva.As Carly straddled him, she pushed down on his thick tip and let out a low husky moan as his cock entered her ass. She took her time rocking back and forth on just his head. Yet he was afraid she would stop him at any moment. Watching her face, he kept sliding that single finger in and out of her. The look of pleasure and need on her face left him to hope she wouldn't stop him.Feeling more confident, he slid off the bed and knelt between her legs. He had pulled his hand out of her shorts and now reached up, catching the bottom hem of her short's legs. Starting with a little tug, he started pulling her shorts off. He was hoping he wasn't going too far, but she eased. I looked with a little interest as I saw Rose’s hands dart to Raine’s blouse and start undoing it. Raine’s panties were black and very abbreviated. I enjoyed looking at her plump little camel toe. What can I say? Raine’s body was as tasty as her morals were nasty.“Get off, you bitch,” Raine hissed. “This one is a Parisian original.”“Oh please, the closest this thing ever got to Paris is when the container ship from Mumbai sailed through the Mediterranean. Don’t you know anything about.