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A Steamy Ride with the Wild Bikers
(Nancy Grey)

We moved on. I almost did not walk, because their hands dragged me, touched and held me. They almost carried me. We did not go to the garage. We went to his apartment instead. After they turned on dim light and played some music, they gave me a glass of wine and proposed a toast to the evening ahead of us. They asked me if I wanted to record the event. I replied that, if they had a video camera, they should feel free to turn it on, so that I could watch everything later. The apartment owner put a video camera on a stand, after choosing the angle from which everything was visible. I felt like a queen among the four of them. I licked my lips and grabbed their crotch over the pants, one at the time, to check how large their bulges were. I was satisfied with what I felt with my hand. I unzipped the first guy's pants and put his dick out. It was hard as a rock. I went down on my knees and swallowed it all, after a few well-practiced movements (it was my specialty, I had a deep throat and I developed a receiving technique; I was able to receive the biggest dick in all its length). It was lost in my throat. He was thrilled. He started fucking me in the throat.