His breathing became more erratic, his eyes clenched tight. Janie felt his muscles clench and tighten. Increasing the pace of her mouth, she used her ...hand to add to the stimulation. His glass of whisky was on the table, now forgotten in his increasing concentration on the sensations dragging at his loins. Michael was moaning softly. His jerking and clenching got more urgent. With a loud grunt, his body lurched. Janie felt the hot jet of sperm explode into her mouth. Another! And another!. But she was totally hot, and those soft curves were a big part of the reason why. "Honey, you're gorgeous, and the tips prove that I'm not the only guy who thinks so. So why the hell is he listening to his own dumbass opinion instead of the money you bring in? I was under the impression that strip club owners were at least somewhat interested in money," I added, and she laughed."Okay, maybe it's not as bad as all that," she said. "But it just makes you feel so worthless. I know I'm hot--" You. But it caused him to feel morally bankrupt. He had traveled the world as a photographer. He had seen beautiful sights and horrible scenes. He had photographed near miracles, and bloody disasters. He had seen how cruel this world could be to c***dren, even when he didn’t contribute to their misery. He sighed deeply. Tanya seemed to since his anxiety.“Kiev is home to many photographers, Dillon. If it wasn’t you, Mikhail and Sergei would hire another.” Dillon kissed her on her ear and lay his head. He put the cockhead against her pussy and pushed himself in. My wife groaned as the thick spear stretched her open. He began to fuck her hard. The squishing sounds of his cock slugging in and out of my wife were incredible. She was so full of cum, I could see it forming long strands, white cum ropes, hanging from her cunt lips. One strand was swinging back and forth in time to the fuck strokes as it hung down from her clitoris."OHHHHH FUCK ME.. PLEASE . HARD. IN ME. I'M ABOUT TO CUM AGAIN..
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