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The husband slowly unbuttoned his shirt while the other man tugged at his belt buckle. They played it up, dancing around a little and executing sensuous hip thrusts, before the husband finally pulled his shirt off of his shoulders. He slid his arms out of the sleeves and tossed it aside. His black Hardcore beater clung tight against his skin and his well-toned upper body made the women each slide a hand between their legs. As they started lightly fingering themselves they turned their eyes to watch the other man slide his hands down his body as he rocked his hips sided to side and let his pants drop, russian revealing a pair of blue boxers with white polka dots. His cock was hard and pressing up against the fabric as he thrust his hips toward the women several times before they finally sat down again. Both women were giggling to each other as they started the next hand, but they still won the round by several tricks. With a smirk and a sigh the men once again returned to the middle of the room. The wife poured four more vodkas as her husband flexed his arms behind his head and the other man started unbuttoning his shirt. The husband grabbed the sides of his undershirt and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion, revealing his well-defined abs and chest which he flexed as the women casually fingered themselves. The other man let his shirt hang open revealing a white v-neck undershirt as he unbuttoned his cuffs, then slid his sleeves off of his arms shaved and twirled it above his head before tossing creampie it into a corner. The women giggled and clapped as the men returned to their seats, determined to win the next hand. The cards ware dealt and everyone sipped their drinks, looking as cool and sexy as they could. The men won the hand and sat back smugly, hoping to see some tits. 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The wife lazily ran her fingers from her ankles up her smooth thighs and torso as she stood again and adopted a wide-legged pose, with her arms behind her head and her chest thrust out toward her audience. The other woman playfully ran her hands along the wife’s thighs and up over her ass, snapping the string of her thong. The wife played along and cooed sensually, closing her eyes and pouting her lips. The other woman’s fingers wandered up the wife’s torso and traced a line along the underside of her bra from the center of her cleavage to the middle of her back. With a tug she unfastened the wife’s bra, which fell away releasing her naked breasts to swing freely in the open air. The men caught their breath and sat spellbound as the women pranced gleefully back to their seats, the wife’s tits bouncing each step of the way. It was difficult for the men to play the next round, seeing as they were so distracted, and the wife squared her shoulders, rocking them slowly from side to side to flaunt her bare breasts the whole round just to make it that much more difficult. The men lost miserably, the husband generally distracted and the other man staring at the wife’s chest the entire round. The wife squared her shoulders toward him, holding her cards so as not to block his view and ensuring that the men had to go to the middle of the room and strip for their women once again. The husband unbuckled his belt with a thrust of his hips and turned his back to the audience as he dropped his pants. We were on the road toward our home less than a minute later. He was beginning to respond as his cock started to russian harden. I cupped both her breasts. Lost in my own world for creampie a brief moment. Trembling, I sought out my nipples with both hands and squeezed them hard. Not before telling her that everything was going to be ok. I promised her I would find a way to make sure she was safe. She was consumed by the fires raging inside her. She swallowed and then retreated. He fucked me hard and fast and emptied his balls into me. He pulled out and then shoved me in the trunk and closed it. We don’t Hardcore want to let the neighbors watch us fuck without paying for it!” I quipped, getting a giggle in response. Everyone's eyes were focussed on Doris's thighs, waiting to see if she would do it. The fine threads of her fishnet covering felt rough on his palm as he held her to him with one hand, while the other hand fingered shaved the back of her neck absently; currents of their energies mixing and surging through his fingers and cock. He pulled her away from the table and kissed and hugged her, reaching down and feeling her ass to see if the plug was still in. "Good Girl." I was useless against the monster. 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