Grace couldn't contain the look of disappointment on her face, she slurped the waste off her long scooper and wiggled it back down Michael's dirt pass...age in hopes of finding more gold. Several attempts later and her finger was still coming out clean, not wanting to go home with a empty belly she once again popped her scooper inside the sweaty ass. The intense prostate pleasure became too much for Michael to handle and caused him to climax."I'm going to cum Grace!" He yelled in a croaky. I don’t know how much longer I can hold off on my impending orgasm. I’ve kept it in control so far, but the agonizingly strong connection I have with him in this moment has been building. The sensitive tingling is not only in the deepest part of my pussy, but has spread up my to stomach, my chest, through my legs and limbs, and I want to scream. “Ethan,” I moan his name, thick with implication. “I know,” he pants against my skin and lifts me off of him. He turns me to lay me on my back, and I. Her half-t-shirt drifted down showing off her flat tanned tummy. To my surprise so did the loose fitting jean skirt. The girl reached up and tried to push it up but then let her body hand down again the skirt riding down showing the bright yellow crotch of her panties while the t-shirt gathered at her tiny titty humps showing the bottom of their tender beginnings. I felt a swift jolt of electricity in my pussy and opened my legs . The girl was not ten feet from my bench but she seemed to be. ‘So why again, are you marrying me?’ Will muttered. ‘Oh stop it,’ Chris said. ‘There’s only one reason to marry, you big lug. Just because I’m going to be a married woman doesn’t mean I’m blind you know.’ Will cocked an eyebrow at him and grunted, tapping out the start of his email to his mother with the on-screen keyboard. Graffiti, the language of the handspring visor was as foreign to him as masculinity was to Chris. His nostrils reeled at the scent of the clear nail polish Chris pulled out.