There were two big loudspeakers strategically placed next to the CD player, where there was the latest CD by Laura Marling, and on the floor a cardboa...d sleeve that said, ‘Chet Is Back.’ She looked at his bookcase and saw that there were a few shelves devoted exclusively to poetry. He seemed to enjoy the works of Graves, De la Mare, St. Vincent Millay and the Elizabethans. On the wall there was one watercolour that caught her attention. It was a picture of a woman in a red dress holding a fan.. Yeah, I am.”“Good!” Renée giggled. I tried to gauge the room but she grabbed my face. “This is one of those times where eye contact and focus on one thing is good.” She took a bit of a breath and lowered herself. Miss. “Dammit!” She giggled nervously.I looked over her from her small waist, big tits, bright smile, shortish hair, and fuck-me eyes. She squealed as Zoë grabbed her ass cheeks and kept Renée pushed forward enough that I felt the warm wetness of her sex.“One, two, three,” She hyped. Her mouth was open but she said nothing as Paul started to thrust in and out, in and out of what was now a very wet cunt indeed. She bit her lip and knew that her body was betraying her and she started to mumble and breathe more heavily as she felt her first orgasm building inside her.Then her mind was lost in a haze as she started to respond to the deep fucking – moving up and down to the rhythm underneath the weight of Paul and his enormous prick.“Tell me you want it you bitch” said Paul. We were prepared for the night’s adventures so I reached over to the nightstand and took the Vanilla Cream Oil of Love and poured just a tiny amount right on his hole. It gets hot when you blow on it so a gently breathed hot air on his hole. James was in heaven and kept telling me it felt good. I took the tip of my tongue and started gently lapping at his hole, enjoying the way his body reacted to my tongue fuck. It was more than obvious that he was enjoying it as much as I was. I made a.