Martin stepped between my legs and placed his cock at the entrance of my honey hole. Mature sex I was so drunk, but I was having an OK time. Martin grabbed the hem of my dress from me and lowered it as the men booed him. They exploded open as the man’s finger entered my slippery honey hole. “I’m doing well,” I answered, offering a weak smile,
I passed the men and returned to my seat. I did as he said, it took a minute to get the idea, and after that, I was fucking like a champ. Looking down, my dress had been put on me backward, the flap unbuttoned in front, my tits in view. “Oh God,” I laughed. “Drink, drink, drink,” The men chanted. Then, my dress slid off my shoulders instantly and fell to my hands. We both recovered, Martin pulling out of me, exclaiming to the others,
“Boy,s her pussy is dope. They placed a hard cock in each of my hands, grabbing my wrists and helping me
