He was gay and flamboyant, the apartment, taking on bright colours and animal print because of it. I didn’t mind, not even when he brought home guys...to play with. He was respectful and only did stuff in his room, often making quite a noise.It was shortly after my twenty-second birthday and I was feeling quite depressed. No one seemed to acknowledge that it had been my birthday, not even my own family. Also, I had exhausted all avenues of getting laid, and I felt quite horny.There was a number I. ‘Oh my god, look at my thighs – they’re wet and it’s even into my hose tops. How much stuff did you put into me?’ Reaching down, she picked up the petticoat and looked inside. ‘That’s what I was afraid of – look, it’s wet, too! Well, you certainly marked your territory – in me, on me and on my clothes! I hope you’re happy!’ Fortunately for Frank, all of that was said with an impish grin, removing any thought of true annoyance. ‘I like seeing my mistress with my cum dripping out of her! It. She had stopped choking and was breathing though hernose effortlessly. The cock in her throat didn’t feel naturalbut she could live with it and still breath. If she timed itjust right, she could move her hips a certain way and the pricksin her ass and vagina wouldn’t hurt at all. When the second guycame in her ass, she didn’t feel any pain when he pulled out anda third one shoved in. She began thinking that this was all justa dream caused by reading her paperback too many. At the same time i was sucking her clitoris and was sqeezing her boob with one hand. . . . She could not hold her moan became loud so i increased my speed and finally she reached her orgasm but I didn’t stopped i continued it for around 20 minutes she reached multiple orgasm. She became tired and found like exhausted then slowly i stopped and lain near her she hugged me so tightly and whispered“Where were you all these years? It was my first time i enjoyed sex”I then told her ‘Don’t tell.