Style's teeth scraped over his thick cock head and sucked him into her blazing mouth."Look at these giant balls," Style said and cinched her fingers a...round his sack, then took his balls back between his legs. "They're smooth and ready for your mouth."Darlene squatted and her thighs spread, forcing the tiny skirt up. He stared at her crotch, wishing his face were under it. She looked around his legs and asked, “What are you doing to him?”Style answered the question by sucking one nut into her. Slowly, Brad inched his big prick between the velvety folds of her ass, groaning with pleasure. The tender, twitching ass flesh was tighter than her cunt, hugging his cock with a firm, lingering sleeve of flesh as his cock buried itself between her wriggling ass cheeks."Ohhhhhh, Brad," she moaned.Her entire body trembled with lust as he drove farther into her. He loved watching his rock-hard prick sinking into her, past her sexy, dimpled mounds of ass flesh.Finally, he managed to drive his. Bullets are afraid of me. None are made that can kill me.”I looked at him as he frowned, “it is all bullshit sir.”I held up my right sleeve, “this shows I am more then capable of being wounded and I came close to dying more times then I would like to remember.”He snorted and then nodded, “I understand.”I glanced at him as we turned in and a Marauder came to attention. He sighed, “They say you have a death wish or at the least do not care if you live.”I smiled, “Not true, I do what my duty tells. “Jay, pack your shit. We’re going to the bay for the weekend. Pack EVERYTHING,” she said all in one breath.“Yep. Yep. Be there in 15,” replies Jay.Taryn begins to pace in her bedroom. She absolutely hates packing. But she would committ fashion suicide if she just packed a random handful of clothes. She begins to pluck and pull any and everything from her closets. Opening and shutting dresser drawers. Surveying both shoe nooks and eventually decides to pack her whole damn jewelry collection. If.