Go! get the oil." *"Hmmmm never heard of that one, Bethesda?."“You’re such a… nerfherder.” I got up, went to the living room and got the weed, the joint, we hadn't half finished yet, the two fetish beers, that were somehow still cooler than room temp, the lighter and the ashtray. I found the closet and grabbed the oil and a tall thick candle in a BDSM nice marble holder, that I spied on the top shelf. I lit the candle and made my return, shutting off all the lights on my way. I placed the ashtray, a porn beer, the lighter and the weed, on the nightstand. I put the candle across the Hardcore room, on the dresser. It's light was just enough to illuminate the cum almost white skin and the curves that were laid out before me. Wonderful curves, framed by dark blue sheets on a double bed, which were summoning me to enjoy them some more. I sat on the bed and ran the other beer bottle up her back, from between her knees, on up to her neck. The cool droplets of moisture traced a pattern on her skin, provoking the fine hairs to stand at attention. "Oh God! You're such a fucken tease." *"Me?" "Yeah you." *"Ah, you fuckin love it." "If I don't already, I'm really, really close." I held the beer for her to taste and took a swig myself, finishing it. I lit the hybrid joint, enjoyed a nice big hit off it, then leaned in and gave her a very long, very deep shotgun kiss. My head swirled, from the long hours of work, the beer, some good smoke, lack of air, and some really enjoyable sex. Not to mention, a very nice orgasm, a well earned, long overdue one at that. I straddled her again with my cock nestled in the valley of two radiant butt cheeks. I sat, mesmerized, watching the glow and strobe effects of the candle, paint an even sexier mood, its flickering brushstrokes, playing upon that smooth, velvet skin. I watched the twinkling, waves alighting on the superfine hairs, creating an aura within their translucence. "Yes, Ma'am. I was the President of the United States, and I was cumming into the Queen of Saudi Arabia's cunt. Pushing back to the dog she had to bite on her bottom lip to stop from crying out as the dog forced his knot inside and began to breed her, his knot throbbing as porn it pulsed cum deep inside. Jake wasn't a social boy at the best of times. Mark was propped above her, supported by his arms and knees. He pulled another pillow under his head and looked down at me, “Now clean it up with your tongue . . . Other than that their faces and bodies looked to be mirror images. I focused my time on work and my wife and the other kids; anything I could do to think about other things. FUCK IM cum CUMMING!!!!!!!!!” Bella screamed as she came and so did I as we both rode out of waves of pleasure. Although the boy had not been able to get it out of his mind, he simply shrugged. Tera was certainly a spectacle of depraved beauty, but I was the Hardcore main attraction, and the calls for my name grew louder the more naked I became. The floor fell out of my stomach. I did occasionally flash Tom, or my father, or both while my mother had her back to me. It was fun and I started to giggle a few times, where my mother asked me what was funny. After all, I was expecting my wife to be home in a couple of hours; I couldn’t put it off any longer. Blackness filled my mouth, an acrid flavor touched my palette, and something gelatinous and hot poured from my nostrils and lips. She was introduced to Elliot, who was by his own admission an accountant, and Barry, who had paired fetish up with Shelly, and said he was a broker. “I’m fine,” was all Warrick could think to say as he busied himself making hamburger patties. I took off my sun glasses BDSM and sat down facing her. Or so she thought. Sheppy is still tightly holding onto her hips and leaning his body down on her back, panting heavily as he stays motionless on top of her.