I managed to keep my elbows on the wet bar counter, and my smile in place, although I’m my eyebrows shot up a bit. To the casual observer we were just watching the group of partiers and sipping our drinks. Xnxx.com Again, my knees became wobbly, but this time I was held up by Ben’s huge dick, and his continued slow thrusts from behind. I agreed, and we walked around the edge of the party crowd – me, on wobbly legs – and stepped behind the wet bar where the wine and other liquor was sitting. I could feel an orgasm building, and I had to fight the urge to pick up the pace and push back on his gently thrusts.
