Whoring Wives Melissa Moore & Riley Reid Swap Husbands at Dinner Party

Cock after cock would replace each other. Some would deposit a fresh batch of steaming spunk into her womb, and some wouldn’t, but after the baker’s dozen cumshot, she could feel a gooey torrent of babybatter pouring down the inside of her thigh. Each patron of her pussy that was being used to issue refunds for all the cans of party ass-beating she brought to the able-bodied fighters of the township had something different to bring to the table. On occasion, she would have her hair tugged on like a horse bridle while they humped at her well-worn backside. More than a few thumbs were pushed into her puckered butthole whilst they worked up another inbound batch of swimmers to join the fracas of nutbutter pooling in her creamed cunt. On top of having both of her asscheeks spanked until a tender, raw shade of pink colored every spare inch of skin, she could’ve sworn she received a couple of donkey punches to the small of her back. Considering the amount of whoppers she had given out, she couldn’t say she didn’t deserve it. However, through it all, she maintained her composure. If she was enjoying her dicking – and, truth be told, after the humiliation subsided, she kind of was – she didn’t give her captors the satisfaction of showing it. All in all, she was proud of her performance as a ringside free-use fuckslut. “You took it like a true champion of the people, Ms. Lindholm,” spoke the familiar voice of the ape who had started this debaucherous domino effect. She felt the bungee cord ring ropes that had secured her in place lift away from her. A bear paw-sized hand closed around her shoulder and tugged her backwards. Unfortunately, after not standing for hours and taking a non-stop barrage to the pelvis, standing wasn’t an ability currently off of cooldown for Hardcore the budding hero. After bungeeing backwards off of the untwisted ropes, she landed flat on her back and, at the same time, petite at Sven’s feet. “I think a few extras slipped into the rabble, but I don’t think you mind, no?” inquired the brawler. Brigitte laid sprawled-out on her back next to the railroad ties teen that the beast looming over her considered legs. “Yeah, well, no shortcuts; only hard work,” she replied with another roll of her eyes and a huff of breath. “I’m just pleased that everyone got what they needed.” As she settled there on her back, she could feel a steady flow of stale spunk flowing out of her abused cumdump pussy and added another dark stain to the canvas ring mat. “Not everyone,” retorted the enormous figure standing over her. Her eyes springing open wide, she watched on as he reached up and undid the rope holding up his tattered, fraying shorts and tugged them down around a cock that must inspire envy in horses and nearly rivaled one of those fence post legs it hung between. Brigitte was speechless – threesome and sore, from being railed for hours – but mostly speechless. I felt my silky curls about the sensitive tip of my thick cock. “I want you to follow that noble lady. “Get comfortable,” he threesome instructed her. The drinks arrived Hardcore quickly. It looks like mostly everyone was taking a little break except Aunt Margie and Sam alongside Lisa and Dana. 'I will try to derive as much pleasure as I can' he replied. “Well you’re really really pretty sexy and hot so I don’t see why not.” I said making her look at me. " I will be a good girl daddy I promise .. I just stand there watching petite and listening to Allison giving direction. Are you serious?” I exclaimed. Cheers ensued. How could we explain it to the rest of the family if she did? I needed to fuck; it was the only thing driving me just party then. “It is not cuckolding,” said the imam. Just remember, girl: every teen second you spend in that bathroom, I'm not going to be able to spend inside you. “I don’t.” She forced herself up to look at me eye-to-eye, and my God, it really showed that was was sick. I continued to be very nervous about meeting her, but I wanted to do it and I felt if I was ever going to do it, now would be the time. And I ain't gonna lie, I got to really lovin him. “Um, sure.” Phil shrugged. She rubs her kitty with one hand and plays with her left pigtail with the other. I was pulling her boob down with one hand, and pressing hard into her clit with the other as my seed blasted up into her ass.