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Still, the look Alicia gave memeant that I was going to drink some.Three glasses and two slices of frozen pizza later, I finally noticed theodd looks coming from Alex... which Mistress had probably noticed before.He was staring right at my crotch. This is when I realized I had spreadmy legs as I was laying back on the couch, my diapered crotch completelyvisible.I downed the rest of my wine and thought "to hell with it". "What's thematter, Alex? Don't you like what you see?" I staggered up and slowlyclimbed on his lap. "Mistress made sure I was diapered nice and thick sothat I'd turn you off." I ground my crotch against his lap. "Do I turnyou off?" I felt him tremble, then his hands went around my diaperedass. His grip was a little firmer than I expected, but I liked it."No. I like it. I like it a lot," he stammered. He looked past me atMistress. "That's why you came with her, miss? You're a Domme?"I was a little too drunk to catch what I should have. Mistress,. She slowly lowered her body and let out a scream as his cock popped in. I had a great view of Randy fucking her ass as I kneeled on the sofa, stroking my cock."Cam, I want both of my holes filled," she said between moans.I had seen this in porn movies, but never thought I would ever have the opportunity to do it. I took hold of Julie's legs and pried them back. After some maneuvering, I managed to insert my cock into her very wet pussy. It was a bit awkward at first but Randy and I eventually developed a rhythm. He moved out, I moved in and vice versa."Oh my god, that feels fucking awesome! Go faster," Julie panted.We increased our speed and I could feel myself getting close to cumming. Randy's legs tensed up as he cried out "Oh fuck!" thrust in deeply and then gradually slowed down. I removed my cock and spurted onto Julie's tits. She pulled me up and took the last shot in her mouth and continued to swallow until I was done.Julie moved back a bit and some cum oozed from her.
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