Melissa had never heard another woman talk like that. “Yeahhhhh, oooooh,” the captain whispered as he watched the sexy blonde scene. He spit on his hand and returned it to his cock. Melissa glanced down at the rod of flesh. She was embarrassed to be close to someone pleasuring himself and she started to step away. The captain’s free hand grabbed her hair. “Don’t move, girl,” he growled. “And keep quiet. We don’t want to disturb your friends.” When she looked back she saw that the two lovers had changed positions. Dave was on his back and Rachel was riding his cock, facing his feet. Her breasts were bouncing, her nipples rock hard. With her legs spread to straddle her lover, her glistening pink gash was exposed blowjob to the two people hiding in the bushes. Melissa heard the captain groan. He had pulled Melissa to his side and had his arm around her shoulders. She gangbang could hear two squishy sounds – one, more faint, coming from the clearing as Dave pounded his cock into Rachel and the other louder as the captain stroked his throbbing erection. Dave’s strained voice soon came from the clearing. “YEAAAAH, cumshot yeaaaahhhh, ride that hard dick,” he growled. “AAAAHHHH, your pussy is squeezing meeeeee. AGGhhhhh …. fetish I’m gonna shoot.” Rachel slammed down against Dave’s groin, driving his cock as deep as it would go. Ok. See cumshot how my lips are shaped like an o-ring? Cindy sat proud and brave with her huge chest thrust out as the artists carefully tattooed her beautiful young bosoms while dozens of bikers shouted obscenities and gangbang cheered on the young chick's courage and boldness. He obeyed and gasped as he found that she was wearing a butt plug all this while. She realized her dress could be something the two girls with him would likely wear, not to work. I had just been so turned on blonde that I didn’t care. Ooh, yes, yes, bury that dick in me. I love it blowjob up the ass!” Even slower, he started to kiss his fetish way around her neck across her shoulders to her chest. Ahhh fuck!” He groans as I nodded. The only time she takes for herself is when she eats, drinks, catnaps or bathes. He wore a thick codpiece to draw eyes to his groin. I pull her into a kiss as I slide my hands through her hair. “My futa-girlfriend bought these for me.” I tried to hold my breath as I dug through the pungent odour of (I somehow knew) my own urine, to find the stashed gear. She was right about me, of course.