Je veux sentir comme une pute, like a whore, OK?" I nodded, and she sat up and got off the sofa, removing her blouse so she was completely naked but f...or her shoes, getting down on her hands and knees. "Oh, one more thing Jack. I don't want you cumming inside me, I want you to do it in my mouth, that OK?" "Yes, Chantelle," I replied, and then began testing her hole with my finger to see how tight she was. She still hadn't loosened up too much, so I wet two of my fingers and pushed them inside,. My pussy itched. Zanyia had already made me cum once, but I needed more. I considered using her delicious mouth again. Or perhaps Nathalie’s. She and Zanyia were kissing before me, sharing my cream and my brother’s cum while Ealaín stood to my right and a step behind me, hovering like she needed to protect me from threats here.And there were threats, just not the physical kind.I could feel it in the air, the eyes watching me. They talked about me as my hips swayed to the music. I couldn’t help. Me. I shook off the event, and walked out to the kitchen and began making breakfast. I looked out the window while I waited for the coffee to heat up. The birds were making their nests, and the squirrels gathering their food. It was early autumn, and the trees were beginning to shed their leaves. The coffee finally finished making and I poured a cup and sat in silence, left to my thoughts as always. I’d always been alone for as long as I can remember. I’d grown up with no friends, and little. ” They both roared with laughter as Brittany tucked the bottle back in between her breasts. Lisa was nearly in tears when she started beckoning to Brittany. “Pass it here.” Brittany pulled it out from between her breasts again and handed it to Lisa. “Ooh, it's nice and warm.” “Yeah it needs to stay warm so don't let it get cold or this will be for nothing.” “Oh, it'll stay warm.” She smirked then put the small bottle into her mouth. And turned to Brittany with a surprised look on her face..