Muriel licked the back of Laine’s thighs, grabbing the hem of her robe, pulling it from her shoulders. She ran her tongue lightly over Laine’s ass... tickling the crack. Muriel’s tongue delved deeper, parting the lips of Laine’s pussy, wiggling her tongue into the opening. Collette fastened her lips to my wife’s nipple. With my eyes and cock both straining to their fullest, I could see her visibly relax. Collette had little problem in gingerly directing Laine to the divan, seating herself next. “Fuck no, what they want is us to walk on stage, dance like we were in a club, kiss, grope each other, take each other’s clothes off and watch us fucking. You just need to follow my lead.”“In that case,” Ellie giggled, “I’m going to need another drink.”11 o’clock. Ellie stood at the stage door holding Becca’s hand. Her mouth was dry, and she was more nervous now than she had been earlier. She could hear Dave hyping them up, describing the two hotties he had for them. Ellie glanced at Becca who. More

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