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"And?" *And, what?" "Aaand , what's it like?" *"Oh! Eh! I smoke too much, drink too much coffee, and eat too much meat. So it's more, hmmmm, how was it put to me once??? 'It's more, taste numbing, than any flavor I can describe'. And that descrlptlon is better than anything I could come up with." skinny "So why'd you ask, if you know what it tastes like?" *"Because? I want toooo..?, taste you..?, hooker and I was hoping for a heads up?" "Oh! I guess it would be different, wouldn't juicy it. Hmmmmmmmpff. Well, let's see." She carefully slid her way down, holding onto me for balance, with the cutest look of determination on her face. Her legs were still rocky and unsteady but she managed to get there, without crashing casting down to the tiled floor. She touched a rivulet, of the opalescent fluid that was still cuty dripping down my cock, and slid it up the shaft, gathered it on my crown, put it to her nose and sniffed, it wriggled, sort of like when Cuckold someones sleeping and some wise-ass tickles it with a feather. She pursed her lips and brought them close to it, testing the texture against them, then she stuck out her tongue and tasted it. My whole body jumped. *”Oh fuck." He kisses me behind my ear. Enjoy! “Jenny! casting Cuckold I didn’t skinny doubt his sincerity, but the fact that I wasn’t on a spit, screaming as my flesh roasted meant I was being given a chance. I stood behind him quietly, while his semen ran down the inside of my thighs like a river. Fill my pussy!” Maggie begged. I rowed and rowed until I had another orgasm; all caught on camera. When he called it a day cuty she hooker shakily followed him into the garden. Every time he pulled back, my pussy clenched about him, increasing that wonderful friction. She felt wild, orgasming solely from his skillful penetration of her ass. I don’t know what time it was when I woke up. She pulls into the juicy warehouse and parks it.