Betsy and Mary Lynn did not immediately decide to fuck him again. Which was good, because Bob needed rest before he would be ready for more wild sex like they had just finished. The two women took Bob's arms and led him to the backroom door they had first appeared from. Betsy snagged the gas lantern too so they would have some light. Night had fallen while they had fucked. The door opened to a small studio apartment off t...

Betsy had one hand on his hips and was fucking his asshole with her strap-on. She was a tall big-titted Southern blond. Her friend, Mary Lynn, a brunette and just as well endowed was face down at the restaurant's table before him. Bob was fucking her asshole. Both of her hands were holding the cheeks of her ass open for his thrusts. Betsy had her other hand on his chest, pinching his nipples as she thrust forward and back...