. humm...mouiller. Jemis ma main sur son... enfin, MON petit clito et commen?a ? memasturber comme une fille. Je voyais son... MON visage se tordre de...plaisir comme n'importe qu'elle fille se masturbant, les yeuxl?g?rement entre-ouvert avec les orbites regardant en l'air... je nepouvait m'emp?cher, de fermer la bouche qui prenait une forme tr?sarrondie, tout comme les r?les de plaisir qui en sortirent, me poussant? mettre ma t?te en arri?re comme pour mieux faire ce son... je sentistout mon. She hadn't noticed it being so long before. If he was thick he'd have hundreds of girls clamoring for him."May I help you, sir?" a young boy, most likely the owner's son asked. His eyes were on Erin's big cherry nipples. The top she wore looked like it was a two or three sizes too small. There wasn't a wrinkle on it. The top seemed like it was painted on."I came here to get some new boots," Rick replied, embarrassed how she hung on him. "Same size, same color." Do you know your size," the boy. "Is there anything that I can do for you right now then, sir?" "Well, there are going to be a handful of ground rules, Samantha. When you're in my house, you are to call me 'Master' and my wife 'Mistress'." She looked confused. Either she hadn't seen the ring on my finger, or had thought that she was going to be a secret from my wife. "You're going to have to trust me on this. Second, about the price I posted online. I'm going to double it." She was already being paid amply for her services,. The feeling was beyond description.The man throat-fucking me pulled out and lifted my head aggressively: "You like that black meat bitch." All I could do was smile."Hey, Jules, he likes your meat," he said forcing his cock deep down my throat again.The guy behind me must of liked this because he started to increase the pace of his pumping. The top in front shoved poppers to my nose and I snorted deeply.The hit of the rush and the girth of the monster in me almost had me passing out.He took some.