I would kiss her ass some, she would kick mine some, she was actually really good. But ultimately it usually came down to us just drinking and talking...about random shit. What I loved about drunken Megan was that when drunk she spoke her mind and always talked about stuff she means to but she still always made the right decisions.‘So how quick was it?’‘How quick was what?’‘Well the handjob of cause.’‘You do realise she made that up right?’‘Yeah I figured but was just wondering you know.’‘Well. ." Rhonda continued to expand on all the good qualities this paragon of manhood possessed.Sherry closed her eyes and tried to tune her friend out. "Addison." She liked the sound of the paragon's name. "Addison," she mumbled over Rhonda's ranting, "Addison, meaning son of Adam." She didn't know why she knew that, she must have read it somewhere."What?" Huh?" Sherry countered when she realized Rhonda was talking to her, not at her, again. She sat up to look her friend guiltily in the eyes."I said. My boss's house was much bigger than I thought it would be, almost a mansion, and when we arrived there we were ushered past a large foyer and several big rooms before reaching the party room. It was large and filled with lots of people, many of them my work colleagues and their spouses. Holiday decorations were everywhere, including mistletoe on every doorframe.Karen and I began to mingle and chat with the other guests. The drinks were flowing freely and after a while everyone seemed to be. He pushed hard and drove into me very roughly. I had to bite my lips to help crying with pleasure…With each brutal stroke, I met him with a thrust of my own.I could feel his whole body tense each time he thrust forward and I tightened my pussy around his hard thick cock trying to suck the cum from him. It was very passionate fuck. After about ten minutes, he pulled out and made me bend over the handrail. He then rammed again into me, this time even harder.He fucked me amazingly well for more.
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