L.A. Tour

All held in place, gasping for breath, rebuilding their faculties. Then Keith withdrew from Anna’s ass and walked around the bed and pulled Brigit from under Erick, who was being piston fucked by Sean.

Brigit was moaning weakly as Keith carried her over to a nearby chair and pushed her down with her knees in the back of the seat. She was still reeling from the orgasm Erick’s cunt fucking had given her and was too groggy to struggle, as Keith covered her close from behind. She objected weakly and with no success as she felt Keith’s cock bulb lodging itself inside her ass rim. Her feelings were too mixed for her to galvanize any defense or even any serious objection. Like her friend, Anna, she melted to the very idea of being fucked by a hunk like Keith no matter what his preference.

His cock head in place, Keith ran one hand around Brigit’s side and down her belly and snaked his fingers inside her cunt. His other hand moved up her sternum and stopped briefly to tweak a nipple and then it lifted to her throat and cupped her chin, holding her too him. When she was sighing and moving her hips for him from the working of her clit by his fingers, he started the long, stretching journey of his throbbing cock up her ass canal. She whimpered out of fear, but she was totally his now. He could have brutalized her, but he didn’t. He invaded her as she was able to accommodate. And he whispered all of the right things in her ear and turned her face to his and kissed her lips and cheeks and eyelids sweetly. And he fucked her cunt expertly with his fingers, sparking orgasm after orgasm, so that when he was fully sheathed inside her, Brigit started working his cock on her own, won over to this aspect of the fuck that would make her ask for it henceforth from the lovers who especially moved her.