She swallowed it all. Then she got up on the bed and we began to smooch again and I too could taste the salty and slimy taste of my cum that had remai...ned in her mouth…As we kept our lips locked and tongue exploring each others mouth, I moved my hand to her tender white breasts with pink nipples… and I began to squeeze them… she had begin to moan…. But dick which was lying lifeless was again responding to her moans….her hand too were busy on my dick playing with it and waking it up…I then moved. In fact, I never caredabout the costumes in general, never saying 'I want to be a superhero!',or 'I wanna be Barbie!', nothing like that. Actually, after the age offive, in which I was dressed up as a witch, with everything going with it,as well as blush, eyeshadow and lipstick, that's kind of when I started toget curious about these things, though I never said anything to anyoneabout them. I was wanting to try on the costumes after some time, butusually, I never had time to myself, until after. I'm pinching my nipples and squeezing my massive breasts together. After about five minutes of vigorous thrusting on his part and sucking on mine, the stranger lets out a groan and blasts his load against the back of my throat. "Fucking slut," I hear him mutter as he exits the booth. It's true, I am a major slut. I hungrily swallow every last drop of his cum.Before my next yummy cock appears, I get totally naked and begin fingering myself furiously, kneeling on the filthy floor. Nothing makes. ’ My cock sprang up. She didn’t always talk like this so I loved it when she did. She laughed softly. Her head moved over my chest, sucking my left nipple in and swirling her tongue around it. Her hand grazed my stiffening cock. I stroked her curls and began to rise up to embrace her. ‘I know you want it, baby. Wait a minute. I want to please you.’ ‘Yes, ma’am.’ I lay back down. She stroked my shaft, then let her fingertips linger on the bottom of the shaft near the head… ‘Fuckkkkkkkkkkkk.’.