King immediately started to stroke her, slowly at first, getting her arse used to his size. Gradually the pain eased and he speeded up and used more f...rce. Dave called out with more directions."OK King, I want you to spunk up her arse so in your own time, let her have it."King seemed to move more naturally and put more force into it, gradually getting more worked up until they all saw him clench his black buttocks then shoot deep inside her and grip her hips, pulling her onto his throbbing cock. My hair is still a bit of a mess, but so what?I open the door to reveal to men in white overalls. One has black hair and slightly dark skin – perhaps a Turk. The other a bit taller and looks like a Viking: Pale – with red hair and a beard.“Good morning”, the Turk says with no hint of an accent. “We’re here to check your apartment.”“Check?” I say.“Yeah,” the Viking replies. “The housing association is renovating all the flats. You should have gotten a letter...”“Hm,” I reply. “Probably.”A letter. Her hips rolled forward arching her back, as her prickling nerves curled her toes. One hand trembled with the effort to hold the bell in place, while the other clinched and unclenched her knee. Her breath shuddered out after a moment and she gasped; she hadn’t realized that she stopped breathing. Desire still dancing under her skin, Michelle moved just enough to pull the bell from her panties, dragging it across her button accidentally. Her whole body seized up, hips and fingers jerking and. There were a few oddball scents that he took longer to analyze but he soon had them all figured out.One young girl gave off a scent of fresh clean pussy untouched by any perfume scent. It was so strange that he approached her and asked her for a dance so he could inhale her up real close and personal. The girl was in her mid-twenties and hesitated before accepting his request to dance. Claude assumed it was because he was obviously in his forties and a generation older. The girl's lithe body.