fuck her hard and long, was being pulled away from Yoyin’s crotch by a woman with red lipstick smeared around her mouth. The woman with her smeared lips looked like a whore who sucked one too many dicks. Unfortunately, the bearded man found her appealing. The woman lifted her Versace dress, revealing the round of her hips, all the while moving backward and tugging the man along until she backed into a wall.
Yoyin had a clear visual of the bearded man now. He was a hideous sight with his scraggly beard, but his pompous saunter indicated that he was totally pleased with himself. Slowly, sensually, he unzipped his pants and presented a substantially sized appendage. Ah! So that was the reason for his high opinion of himself.
Smeared-Face used the wall for support, lifted a perfectly shaped leg, pulled off her thong and kicked it out of the way. She wrapped her leg around the bearded man’s waist, rotating her hips as she invited him to a slow screw against the wall. Yoyin couldn’t tear her eyes away. The man tested the moisture betweenher slit with the head of his dick and then rubbed its knob up and down. The woman’s pussy was juicy and succulent—gaping and greedily poised for entry.
Everyone except Yoyin was having a bawdy, good time. The scene had totally gotten out of hand. The guests were indulging their own carnal urges, instead of catering to Yoyin.
Someone needed to take charge and get these sordid people in line.
“Michael.” No answer. Her eyes scanned the fornicators who were in her direct line of vision.
“Michael!” Yoyin shouted. But Michael did not make his presence known. He and his sidekick, Greg, had no doubt joined in the orgy—fake dicks and all, she thought with a snort.
“Chef!” she yelled. No reply. “Louis!” she yelled through clenched teeth, her patience waning. Still, no response. Where did they all go? She had a long list of complaints—strongly worded criticism about the way the erotic feast had turned out. Someone in authority needed to be on hand to bring order to the chaos. These wanton diners needed to be reined in and veered back to Yoyin’s direction. They’d all been sufficiently fed, and it was her turn to get some attention—time for the diners to cater to her every deviant desire.
She gawked at the debauchery taking place right before her very eyes. The entire dinner party was engaged in one form or another of vulgar, deviant sex. The room was a shambles, with a few chairs overturned, articles of clothing strewn about the floor. Naked and half-naked guests copulated in corners; a naked woman sat astride a man whose pants gathered at his ankles. She rode his cock with wild abandon, screaming, “Fuck me the way you fuck your slut, you cheating bastard!” The man responded by digging his nails into her pink buttocks pulling her closer ashe drove himself inside her, grunting and shuddering like he was going into cardiac arrest.
It was an exercise in vulgarity. And Yoyin was deprived of physical and sexual contact. She wanted more than anything to be an active participant—not an unwitting voyeur. Involuntary shivers rushed through her naked body. Her nipples tightened to hard knots, her pussy sobbed with yearning. And then her eyes beheld a glorious sight. An engorged dick was coming her way. The dick had to be the largest among the group. And that big dick had become bored with the lipstick lady. Still glistening with the shine of the lipstick lady’s juices, the swollen dick grew closer.
Giddy with the notion that the big cock would soon be burrowed inside the confines of her drooling cunt, a trace of a smile played at the corners of Yoyin’s lips.
Suddenly, the bearded man stopped, mid stride. He turned and looked down. Smiling, he spoke softly to someone out of Yoyin’s visual range. Bending at the waist, he obligingly guided his gleaming tool downward. Yoyin’s eyes followed his dick and bulged in amazement when her sight settled on a nude man, down
Yoyin had a clear visual of the bearded man now. He was a hideous sight with his scraggly beard, but his pompous saunter indicated that he was totally pleased with himself. Slowly, sensually, he unzipped his pants and presented a substantially sized appendage. Ah! So that was the reason for his high opinion of himself.
Smeared-Face used the wall for support, lifted a perfectly shaped leg, pulled off her thong and kicked it out of the way. She wrapped her leg around the bearded man’s waist, rotating her hips as she invited him to a slow screw against the wall. Yoyin couldn’t tear her eyes away. The man tested the moisture betweenher slit with the head of his dick and then rubbed its knob up and down. The woman’s pussy was juicy and succulent—gaping and greedily poised for entry.
Everyone except Yoyin was having a bawdy, good time. The scene had totally gotten out of hand. The guests were indulging their own carnal urges, instead of catering to Yoyin.
Someone needed to take charge and get these sordid people in line.
“Michael.” No answer. Her eyes scanned the fornicators who were in her direct line of vision.
“Michael!” Yoyin shouted. But Michael did not make his presence known. He and his sidekick, Greg, had no doubt joined in the orgy—fake dicks and all, she thought with a snort.
“Chef!” she yelled. No reply. “Louis!” she yelled through clenched teeth, her patience waning. Still, no response. Where did they all go? She had a long list of complaints—strongly worded criticism about the way the erotic feast had turned out. Someone in authority needed to be on hand to bring order to the chaos. These wanton diners needed to be reined in and veered back to Yoyin’s direction. They’d all been sufficiently fed, and it was her turn to get some attention—time for the diners to cater to her every deviant desire.
She gawked at the debauchery taking place right before her very eyes. The entire dinner party was engaged in one form or another of vulgar, deviant sex. The room was a shambles, with a few chairs overturned, articles of clothing strewn about the floor. Naked and half-naked guests copulated in corners; a naked woman sat astride a man whose pants gathered at his ankles. She rode his cock with wild abandon, screaming, “Fuck me the way you fuck your slut, you cheating bastard!” The man responded by digging his nails into her pink buttocks pulling her closer ashe drove himself inside her, grunting and shuddering like he was going into cardiac arrest.
It was an exercise in vulgarity. And Yoyin was deprived of physical and sexual contact. She wanted more than anything to be an active participant—not an unwitting voyeur. Involuntary shivers rushed through her naked body. Her nipples tightened to hard knots, her pussy sobbed with yearning. And then her eyes beheld a glorious sight. An engorged dick was coming her way. The dick had to be the largest among the group. And that big dick had become bored with the lipstick lady. Still glistening with the shine of the lipstick lady’s juices, the swollen dick grew closer.
Giddy with the notion that the big cock would soon be burrowed inside the confines of her drooling cunt, a trace of a smile played at the corners of Yoyin’s lips.
Suddenly, the bearded man stopped, mid stride. He turned and looked down. Smiling, he spoke softly to someone out of Yoyin’s visual range. Bending at the waist, he obligingly guided his gleaming tool downward. Yoyin’s eyes followed his dick and bulged in amazement when her sight settled on a nude man, down
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