My squirting started again, then my legs started shaking. Anal porn Barry and I looked at him, but Pete was too occupied pumping into me to notice the visitor. “Baby, what’s your name?” the first man asked. He must have had eight or nine inches in length and was almost as wide as a can of soup. It looked like more a workingman’s bar than a suit-n-tie kind of place. A wide mirror hung above the two sinks. I was soon squirting and arching my back, ecstasy buzzing in my pussy. Pete chuckled. The man and his buddy standing next to him watched, fixated on my finger and lips. “Awesome,” he said. “Wooaaahhh,” he groaned as he slid into me up to the balls, stopping once or twice to slip back out a little, then return to opening me wide. He was hairy, with more salt and pepper surrounding his ripe fruit.
