I could only hope that they would eventually wash clean. ##### Part 10 - On the Double ##### Slowly Kara worked through a feline-like stretching on the bed, shuddering through occasional lustful after-tremors massage as she writhed. Then she sat up, gently lifting my face Brunette from her cunt. “Oh, Kristy, I could just lay her and let you lick me for hours, but we have a matter of vital importance to attend.” She kissed me deeply, her vaginal juices spreading from deepthroat lips to hers, pulling away in long, Big Boobs blowjob silvery strands as we finally parted. Rising from the bed, Kara approached a small dresser and retrieved a narrow wooden box, carefully crafted with delicate details of inlaid wood. Releasing the twin brass catches, she opened the lid. Inside the box, cradled in a packing of silk wadding, was what appeared to be a long, thick sausage. Kara retrieved the item and held it up for my inspection. It appeared to be constructed of soft, supple leather, held together along the seams with very fine stitching. It was perhaps an inch in diameter and about twelve inches in total length. Each end of the thing was crowned in a flared knob, a bit broader than the shaft itself. Please, no, you can’t. I know who lives here as well. She seized me, stroking me. She pulled me towards blowjob her pussy. He helped her recover and clean up. She was obviously not very practiced, judging by the shallowness of her consumption, but I could still tell she was trying. Before that night, I Big Boobs would lay in bed missing my deceased wife. She said “tomorrow night at the hotel, I want you to make love to me but tonight I want you to fuck me like a whore”. Austin slides closer putting his cock into her ass …head deep, already she’s squirting deepthroat and moaning loudly! Her nipples were as big as Isidora while her breasts were actually even larger than mine. You could probably have made me come like that.” “Ummm. I smiled, ready to tell him that he had to wait. A thin smile crossed her face as she continued to struggle to release herself. She saw Stacey bent over her on her knees, three fingers buried almost to the Brunette knuckle inside her free-flowing pussy, her face in the middle of a cry of ecstacy (heyyyyy...funny pun, a small part of her conscious mind muttered, shooting finger guns at her), her crimson lipstick artfully diluted from massage her moistness. "NICE TITS," commented one biker. She nodded. Of all the ways she could have greeted me, why did she have to say that?