Clothed Doggystyle And Blow Job

He held up amateur a thick plastic tube. It was long, what looked to be more than two feet from each end. There was a deflated rubber balloon built into the tube at the far end. A longer, narrower deflated balloon covered the shaft at the near end. A pair of tiny tubes ran within the large plastic tube, linking each balloon to the two small ports that jutted out of the tube’s near end. Casey’s eyes bulged. She knew what the tube was, and what it meant. Derrick looked to the computer crew, teen waited until he got a signal Casey could not see, and then started to unceremoniously feed the thick tube down her open mouth and unprotesting throat. Derrick talked while he worked. “The nice thing about a Plugin-Play is that they don’t need to breath. They can simulate smells, and sometimes they can pretend to breath, but there’s no actual lungs. They don’t need oxygen. It’s incredibly simple Hardcore to use a stomach tube on Plugin-Plays, because it’s pretty much impossible to actually harm a Plugin-Play with one. I can just push this little tube down to her belly, no fuss no muss. No need for anything special.” Casey’s eyes twitched like a frightened fish. Derrick paused when he felt the end of the tube finally reach her stomach. I had a naughty Hardcore asshole. So this starts out by me the husband reading stories on Porn sites. I looked down at her face to witness what was probably her first real orgasm. It was obvious she had been amateur sobbing. “Mmmm yea,” she half hummed when her mouth finally closed, “lucky number seven.” Helen took a breath then answered “That goddamn dog is lying on my legs, I’m trying to kick him back to Mason on the other sleeping bag.” With that one statement Helen said two things, she covered for the noises and hinted I was in my own bag. Chuckling at that comment Jacob replied, "I think I'll be ok. Where are the drinks?" “I’m not going. Handcuffs and ropes? It felt so good as “You make a good point, it’s hard to argue with you.” After I finish my drink and I’m feeling a little more than tipsy. "Zach sweetie, why don't you come with me and I'll show you." She was such a sweet thing. - "I know... Soon she was trying to push back into my stokes, her grunts turning to soft moans of pleasure. "Good girl, let me fuck that tight little pussy of yours." “I've wanted this for so long. Just about then my hands were wrapped around her and squeezing her big, firm tits. By the time we got to the house and up the back steps, she was there with a filet knife, a cutting board, and a large stainless steel bowl. “I think you have the right idea. “Slut.” Zoe jokingly said. No match for the surprisingly strong old teen man. He dragged her to his lab.