The areola capped by its hard bud of flesh tightened into more of a puffy point. “Sit on his cock, dear,” Lorraine said. To her inexperienced eyes, it looked even bigger than captain John’s prick. He handed her a rope as he lined up her four companions. I’m gonna shoot.”
Rachel slammed down against Dave’s groin, driving his cock as deep as it would go. The captain placed his strong hands on Melissa’s shoulders as he would place them on a ship’s wheel. She stopped and turned around and could see the back of his head about 20 yards away. The captain and first mate were wearing t-shirts and cargo shorts. Shortly after his wife’s orgasm-induced scream, Brad felt his balls tighten. Lorraine straddled Jason’s head and squatted on his face. Melissa felt something hot and wet on the back of her neck and up along her back.
