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“Yep, I have smelled worse.” Tipping the bottle back for a taste. Holding the bottle up against our low burning camp fire. “And I have tasted..”
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“..worse” pulling my sleeve back across my mouth to get rid of the imaginary feel of liquid on my lips. “You don’t think they will miss anything do you” a question that I have already worked on covering her tracks out of this homestead of Stratford. A definite odd name butt looking at who we were borrowing from, the trespassers from the east I reckoned that this is not the first time someone has borrowed things from them.
Handing the bottle off to Marie. The hesitant look on her face. The way she sniffed at the bottle without ever bending her arm. Hell, I could even see the shiver run down her body despite how she played it off.
“Go on then, tip it back” I grinned at her. “You have tasted worse than that paint thinner that you are holding.” Watching Eva snuggle in next to her. Snatching the bottle from Marie’s hand and tipping it back as Eva pulled a long gulp from the bottle.
“See, this will not hurt a hair on that pretty little head of yours.” Feeling the alcohol sear into my gut. Looking at the bottle in the fire light. Tipping it back as I tried to extinguish the warm sensation that was washing through my body.
Offering the bottle back to Marie. Though I am a little wavy, nowhere near as drunk as my two male hosts were. “Cum on” smiling sweetly at this little piece of eye candy. “Drinky drink” as I moved the bottle back to my lips. Pulling on more hit from the three quarter mark of liquid.
“Ok, I get it” sighing at the hesitation in Marie’s eyes. Pulling on more hit from the bottle. Passing the bottle back to Blake with that mischievous look in my eye. Making sure that Blake took the bottle for my plan to work.
Throwing my leg over Marie’s legs. Mounting this raven haired beauty and pulling down the half top to her dress. Bending down to kiss my wife on the lips. Yes, this priestess is my wife and despite what my body has been through earlier. I still have that burning desire to eat her out. To pound on her tight cunt till she cums all over my face!
Pressing my lips to hers. Feeling the opening in her mouth! Sharing the same liquid from my mouth to hers. As my intent was multiplying faster then I could move my hands.
Finally with both of our mouths cleared of that liquor. My movements were swift, her tits were already getting aroused by the way I tugged their cover off. “Mmm, I cannot wait till my tongue is wrapped around one of your nips.” Using this slang is the dirty way of saying I want to fuck your brains out. You can say anything about a woman’s tits. Calling them tits, breasts, mammoth or non-existent, hell, even nipple mounts. Butt using slang terms for specific body parts, like nips! Is the ultimate bad word or in a case like this using this taboo saying, pulling on the already hardening nips with my hands. “I want to fuck you” I said with a smile on my face. “I want to fuck you till you cum all over my face” barrowing my hand for just a minute. Running them on my body. Groping my own tits, tugging on my nips! Bringing them to maximum hardness then pulling further!
“Oh goddess, give me strength” I whispered right in front of Marie. Feeling her knee under my dress. Feeling her knees as they parted my pussy, giving me nothing to gratify myself on… Shacking my head as my body weight shifted. Putting more weight on my right leg, centering my snatch over her left knee.
The smile on my face. The way my greedy cunt drug itself over her perfect knee cap. As my body buckled from the immense pressure. The way my mouth moaned while still kissing Marie’s mouth.
Righting myself, snatching the bottle back from Blake. Tipping it up to the moon as more of this sweet liquor washes down my throat. Seeing a hand pressed against the bottles side as my speed picked up. As my humping of Marie’s leg just intensified! Yes, I am cuming. A lot! A whole lot and I am not going to stop till I can have Marie stripped down to nothing butt my tongue! Feeling the warmth while my body absorbs this strange liquid. Feeling the effects of the alcohol while I trade my hand hold with Marie’s chest. Squeezing on her nip once again!
“Alright” stopping right in the middle of my own orgasm. Seizing any more moans cuming from my body. Leaving Marie’s knee covered by my cum there as I stood. Staring down at my wife. Grabbing the top part of my shirt, my blouse that for the most part has been waiting for me under my big breasts! With a tug I can feel my tits move up smacking myself in the face while I discard this piece of clothing that I was forced to wear halfway across this continent. Tossing this one piece of my outfit into the fire. Watching as my fire lit shadow grows for a spit second. Steeping from Marie’s legs. Standing right next to my wife as the buttons that secured my lower imprisonment were undone. One button
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