Della had no choice. All this time she felt her pussy spilling endless amounts of creamy juice out and over her thighs. Her clit was beyond hard and ...leaded for her to touch it. Her hair was wet with sweat and spit and pre-cum, makeup smeared all over her face. Then the men eased off and stood in their circle Della on her knees in front of them on the hard stone floor. She couldn't clearly see their faces in the dark but she could see them wanking their cocks faster now, hear their breathing. His phone rang again. "Quit calling, bitch, I'm fucking my step sister," he laughed, before he stepped back and sat on my bed. I began bouncing up and down slightly and let my boobs rub up against his upper chest and neck. We both moaned as our bodies became rather slick. Eventually, his head slanted down so his face rubbed onto my upper chest, right above my breasts. I pressed myself onto him repeatedly as he kept thrusting his wood. I let my hands slide on his back and my smile was. Linda tried to put it back in her mouth but I pulled her up and spun her around. I pulled her beautiful dress up to her waist and bent her forward. She put her hands on the seats in front of her and one leg on her seat. I aimed my cock at her wet hairy pussy and slowly pushed inside. I asked her “So what does your husband think you are doing right now?” She replied “he thinks I’m shopping.” “Not bent over in a public theatre with a hard cock up your pussy?” “NO. He has no idea.” At first I saw. Abuse me. Please? Can he hear my thoughts?Fastening the blindfold, and now the wrist restraints behind my back. He’s helping me out but – HEY, HEY!!! I’m NAKED – remember? Ok, I feel the raincoat on my shoulders. But, wait, it’s not closed, I can feel the breeze on my breasts. My pussy is exposed. Anyone who looks out will see me. I’m utterly helpless, restrained, blindfolded and naked, and my god aroused beyond imagination.Is there something wrong with me? This is insane, and insanely sexy.