"Awww...who needs clean hands when preparing food?"
"Hey aunt Chris said its time to eat. But I couldn't hear a word, as usual. She spat on her fingers and began touching her pussy. She took her hanky, wiped her pussy clean of our mixed juices and threw it out.
She dug her nails into his beefy biceps as she impatiently waited for each instroke, the pistoning of his battering ram moving her closer to temporary insanity, her sweet high pitched gasps and pants reverberating around the room, his breathing almost feral.
A girl, maybe nineteen, a nose piercing glinting in her nostril, lounged against my desk. "You don't look too bad yourself. "No you fuck me whore," he commands. Groaning in frustration she begged again "Please Master!" Unknown to his blindfolded slut, he pull a silk rope from the dresser he had stashed and loop it around her hands; tying her hands and restraining you to the headboard.
She squirmed, cried out over and over, humped me furiously as her body was taken over in ecstasy. "Hey Bill, you said I can take whatever I want off, right?" "Right" he said with a devilish smile that made me think I was may be the one that was being played.
" I carefully moved my hand around his dick and started sliding up and down.