You want this ass on your dick.” Her big blue eyes locked with mine once again. “But I guess you can’t, can you? Because that would mean you do find me attractive.” Her tongue flicked across her lips as she briefly inched bear her ass backward for gay it to lightly touch the tip of my cock. The pleasure that graze gave me rippled through my body like a shockwave. I grunted, practically stifling a moan. “All you have to do to feel it is thrust, but you’re not going to do that, because that would make you like every other guy, and you pride yourself on not being like them, right?” Emma was way smarter than I gave her credit for. I tried to resist, but there it was: the ass of my fantasies, and she was daring me to rub my dick on it! I was paralyzed with indecisiveness, but it was clear that Emma wasn’t going to let me stand there without making a choice. “Hmph, I guess you're not attracted to me or my dancer’s ass,” she said sarcastically as she started to pull away, forcing my sex-addled brain to make a decision. Fuck it. I grabbed her by the hips and yanked her back, thrusting my hard cock into her simultaneously. Emma groaned as my cock slid in between her leggings-covered ass cheeks. She brought a hand up anal to the back of my head, using it has leverage while she ground her ass onto my dick. Our breathing was getting heavier, and I could feel my eyes rolling back into my head. She was gyrating on my cock, perfectly utilizing all those dance moves to get me off. Yet the entire event lasted maybe thirty seconds before she ripped away from me and pushed me back against a nearby wall. Her hand reached down to my crotch, grabbing it firmly over Hardcore my pants. Her grip started to tighten to an almost painful level as she stuck out her tongue and licked it across my lips. Then she moved up to my ear and whispered, “Admit it, you think I’m hot.” I groaned at the sensation of her breath in my ear, but not for long as she tightened her grip on my crotch even more, her fingers squeezing my balls. “I said admit it,” she whispered firmly. “Yes, you’re hot,” I squeaked out in between groans of pain. “Admit that you’re like every other guy,” she said without ceding her grip. He was so pathetic for cumming while Hardcore watching his daughter use his wife. Then I gasped as Karissa leaned over and sucked on my nipple. I dare-say Joy retained her gluttonous nature, for she horded lovers like so many treasures. I could bear see the two of them hitting it off and was thinking about my promise to my late husband. She was kissing his chest, his stomach and her hands wandering all over his body. A brief pause and he repeated the move, and this time she brought her hips up to meet his thrust. Up and down, enjoy it. “We know you’re unable to see us "James~?" She was crying she was wiggling her ass to try to dislodge the cock, but the more she wiggled the better it felt. She gasped. "Get over here and suck this cock." They will leave small holes looking gay like a sink hole in the ground. You are very naughty." I feel her wet pussy milking my cock as if she was doing Kegel exercises. If she helped well she’d receive a reward with him, if not he’d have one anyway. She groaned anal into our kiss as I penetrated her. Harry bent over, took her nipple into his mouth, and gave it and little nibble. She turned to face me put her hands around my arm so her fingers were big between my arm and my side, they were cold and she was using me to warm them, “Fuck it’s cold. “I asked if I could have a look to verify the information.