Your lovely long, thick cock.“I had never done that before. I mean, one had been my limit until that night. I was so wet when I came I was dripping ...on the floor. I didn’t care. I smelled my fingers. The aroma was so powerful that I had to sniff them again, and sucked them one at a time. I loved the taste.“Have you done that, Rana?”“Maybe ... but you were saying?” And Rana returned to sucking on the nipple in front of her.“Oh ... yes, sorry. I walked around not knowing what to do. I remember the. " May I say why you're leaving me?" I guess that would make sense. Otherwise, why would I go? I'd like to live in California, but that wouldn't carry much weight. My infatuation won't carry much weight, either." I'll call him. It will be off the record until they get serious. I will give you a super recommendation if it comes to that."Bill stood and started out the door, when she asked, "It's none of my business, but is there a reason that she can't come here? You have a perfectly good house.". “You’re not shoving that up my cunt,” she yelped, taking a step back. His eyes narrowed. “What did you say?” His hand had reached out and was still persistently rolling the ice cold berry along her slit. “You aren’t shoving that up my -- my pussy,” she said weakly. He leaned in further. “What word did you use?” She merely looked at him, mouth slightly open. The coldness she felt against her warmth was making her drip. “Say it,” he said, insistent. His fingers closed around a nipple, pinching. You experiment with the controls. You turn down the controls so the cocks are barely rotating and their circles are very small and the vibrations are completely off. You pour more whiskey to fill the little glass. You take a gulp and, as it hits your head, you giggle and reach for the small bottle of lube right there next to the naughty machine. Right there where you know I left it for you. You glance at your reflection in the mirror. There you are. The beautiful girl kneeling beside the.